I was just eight months old.
Look, I have pink shoes.
I was pretty content that day. It was the first day that I did not have any oxygen tubes or I.V. lines. They were waiting to see how I did for the night before I could go home.
The next day TJ came to see me. He was just a little over two so he wanted to go for a ride in the stroller.
Do you see the bunnies on my outfit?
I am happy to go for a ride but I had to stay in the hospital for another day. My breathing was just not quite right. My mom and dad decided they hated that pulse ox reader. It was always too low.