Chloe, 3 pounds, 11/19/07Last year at this time I was sitting in a hospital, waiting to hear the results of yet another blood culture to see why my baby gained a pound overnight and looked like someone else's child. I sat there waiting to see if she was going to live, or if they were going to send me to the dreaded 'comfort room'.
I think on that day and the days that followed I cried more than I ever have in my life. I wondered how she could make it through...how she could pull through when the nurses could not step away for a minute...they could not start an IV because her veins could not take it...they could not move her body because her lungs would shut down.
My uncle and his father gave her a blessing. Almost a year later my uncle told me that he knew at the time of the blessing that Chloe would make it. I think I had less faith; I had sat and watched for days and days and had never seen her so sick.
When I looked at Chloe's nurse and saw tears in her eyes, I thought that would be our last day together.
And then, she got better.
It has been a year since that time and it is beyond A M A Z I N G how far she's come. Just a few months ago she could not sit up and there were multiple issues surrounding her. She then started sitting on her own and crawling (backwards, but it still counts). Now she is crawling everywhere. She is pulling herself up to everything she can reach. The other night she pulled up to a laundry basket, let go, and stood alone.
My baby stood alone.
It's harder now to remember how fragile she was. It seems like it was the life of a different baby, with a different mother. She is a miracle, a true life-changer.
"I've got bells and I know how to use them"
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