"The angry birds guy poked me and took my blood. It really hurt. Did the angry boys guy ever poke you Mommy? No baby, the angry birds guy never poked Mommy because his job is to poke only children. Oh, Ok".
Our boy turned 1 last week. Overall it was positive and fun celebrating that milestone. Now I'm reflecting on just how little she was when she got her diagnosis. I think we made her seem larger, older and more worldly because of the nature of the illness. The reality is that she was just a tiny baby dealing on instinct alone. I wonder how that experience will shape her in the long term but in the moments being a baby made it simpler. She did not know any different...
We have to go back to the Onco-clinic this month and I don't want to. I want to forget that place exists. Then I don't want to forget because I want to be prepared if it comes back. Then I take a breath, know she's well but not perfect and this moment is ok.
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