A few days ago our sweet P had her second annual heart checkup. Most days I forget all that our little girl went through, but every once in awhile, I will get a glimpse of her tiny scar and I am instantly reminded of the incredible gift of modern medicine and life itself. I just can't even image what this life would be like, without my little buddy. She is strong, brave, determined and bursting with personality.
She is old enough now to notice her scar. It's pretty adorable, how she will point to it and say baby heart and while she doesn't fully understand the extensiveness of her surgery, she knows her heart is all better now. I still can't believe how minimal her scarring is, but love the reminder of her strength and purpose on this earth.
I have a picture of P with her heart surgeon Dr. MacDonald hanging on one of our walls. P will point to it every once in awhile and then to her heart. I love that she recognizes him and I know that she has a special place in her heart for him.
Her appointment went perfect. I asked one of the nurses if Dr. MacDonald was in surgery, or if he was in the office that day. She said she would look around for him. I didn't think that I would ever see him again, seeing as we only meet with the cardiologist at these appointments. Much to my surprise, I heard a knock on our door and in walked Dr. MacDonald. I instantly gave him a huge hug and a stream of emotions, shot through me just like the last time I embraced him.