I will never take for granted my beautiful little grand daughter. She was born two months early, taken from the womb because she was dying inside her mother. Her intestines were not attached and she was filling up with fluid. Over the course of the next year she lived mostly at the hospital, hanging by a thread. She had 5 surgeries, to my recollection. Her mother rarely left her side, sleeping on a cot in the hospital. When she was home, she still had a bag for poo that my daughter had to change, and she had a feeding tube inserted into her chest. It's been a long road to recovery. Where the bag was, is now a long scar across her tummy. Where the feeding tube went into her chest, is a little "dimple". We still have to be very careful about what she eats and drinks, but she is healthy and active. Today is her 3rd birthday. It was a good day.
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