C’s heart murmur is innocent.
I had just put her down for a nap when I heard my cell phone ring in our bedroom. The curtains were shut and the air had just cut off, leaving the room in a state of solemn coolness. I saw the local area code pop up and I knew the results from her echo cardiogram on Tuesday were in.
The call took less than 45 seconds. Forty-five seconds to let me exhale and know that she is OK. It almost seemed counterintuitive that good news could be shimmied into such a brief period of time. I called B to tell him right away.
“I always knew she was alright.”
“How did you know?”
“Because she’s happy. And even if she wasn’t healthy, she would still be happy and perfect.”
These are my people.