I forget birthdays, anniversaries & phone numbers, heck half the time I give out mine I'm half doubting I even gave the right one...
But 3 dates will forever be in my head...January 25th ~ May 2nd ~ Aug 30th 


3 times in which I could barely breath I was so scared...3 circumstances in which I fell weeping into my husband's arms...3 nurses I will forever remember because they took away my little Pip...3 long waiting-praying-nervously-twitching-my-leg-getting-annoyed-with-any-and-everyone-in-the-waiting-room days...And 3 grateful to the point of awkward hugs, to surgeons giving me good news...
In those 3 days there definitely is a lot I could remember...The heavy smell of iodine, the little iv & marks all over her body, the oxygen she needed in order to stabilize afterwards...I could go on & on about the sad look others give you when they realize your little baby is getting operated on or the look of pity when you say it's her 3rd one...I could even try & describe in detail all the emotions you go through as a mumma, when the time comes & you have to take off her carefully picked "surgery" outfit to change her into a tiny hospital gown...But I won't...

The memory I will hold within me & the one I choose to reflect on the most is the 3 life-changing moments when Pip was first placed into my arms in recovery...Nothing, absolutely nothing, can prepare you for this moment...The overwhelming gratitude to God-Fate-Karma whomever is so real you can feel nothing else...

Holding Pip last Friday, feeling her heart beat against mine, seeing her open her eyes for the first time, really puts life in perspective friends...


 I don't care if Pip ends up bat-shite blind, with 2 bloody patches or coke-bottle glasses...All I care is that she's alive, she's happy & she's mine...All these surgeries have a way of really showing me what matters & having her recover in my arms is the moment I'm taking away from this one...

Thank you friends, again, for thinking of my Pip...Of me...Of our little family...
Much love