I thought I was tough…

Will Truman says:

Shortly after Lain was born, we were called at five in the morning after some tests that we needed to drive four hours or so to immediately see a “pediatric cardiologist” (a job that I didn’t know existed, but whose title says it all). The immediately was stressed. It was… traumatizing. For us, anyway. She was a happy little darling the whole time, which made it even more difficult. Everything went fine and the test came back positive.

It was a little after that we found out about the hip dysplasia and that she would be required to wear a brace on her legs for the first six months of her life. We kept telling ourselves that this was a better problem to have than the heart thing. Seeing her in that brace, though, for the first time, was just heart-breaking. Something was officially wrong with our little girl. No matter how trivial, ultimately, we knew that little wrong thing to be.

I don’t know the story behind the picture, and I certainly can’t claim to have been there. But my imagination has a better grasp of it that it once did. Good luck, and God bless.Report