The 2 cuts on Baby’s abdomen never fail to remind me that I should be thankful that I got her back all in one piece, that I should be thankful that despite 2 major surgeries that she had so painfully endured, she is still one bubbly, active, smart baby who is developing pretty normally, albeit a tad petite for her age.
Whenever I am steaming mad and feeling frustrated with this rascal who is always driving me up the wall now, all I need to do is to open up her diaper and the sight of her scars would douse away the anger. I remember that during my 3-week stay in the hospital with her, all I wanted was for Baby to be well and to see her smile again. Memories of our 3-week nightmarish stay in the hospital never fail to make me appreciate and treasure her every bit more and this always make me thankful to God that she is now bursting with vigor and has loads of cunning ideas up her sleeves.
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