When Noah was born and then in the hospital, both pre and post heart transplant, I took a lot of pictures. But as cute as he was (and still is I must say) I never look at them. I honestly don't remember even opening the folder. Not even once.
I guess I remember it enough still to not need a reminder. Plus, there are some things I never want to see again.
Monday, November 9, 2009
An Interesting Realization
With Much Love, Crystal at 12:19 AM
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I understand completely. It is so hard to remember. I myself cannot stand to hear a helicopter flying close overhead to me; it brings me back to the day the lifeflighted my 4 week old baby boy who was in heart failure from critical aortic stenosis and I wasn't sure I would see him alive again. It is wierd but I can't stand it.. A mother never forgets and she never wants to be reminded ...and YES Noah is soooo Cute...Love your blog..
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I understand completely. It is so hard to remember. I myself cannot stand to hear a helicopter flying close overhead to me; it brings me back to the day the lifeflighted my 4 week old baby boy who was in heart failure from critical aortic stenosis and I wasn't sure I would see him alive again. It is wierd but I can't stand it.. A mother never forgets and she never wants to be reminded ...and YES Noah is soooo Cute...Love your blog..
ReplyDeleteRhonda Lyle in SC
www.lylefamily5.blogspot.com