Her Beautiful Scar

She was transferred to a children’s hospital three hours from our home, and we were shoved into a world we hadn’t prepared to live in. Beeping of monitors, IVs, feeding tubes, tests, daily weighing, scrubbing our hands for two minutes before we could hold her, changing itty bitty diapers, and listening to specialists we hadn’t known existed became our definition of normal for three weeks.

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