Twenty Years Ago Today...by Joyce
It was the weekend. I so looked forward to them so I would be able to spend more time with TJ and Sarah. My parents often came up on Saturdays to spend time with their Grandbabies. On this visit, my mom brought my Girl Scout sash and hat along with my handbooks. You may recall the day I recently wrote about describing when I found Sarah blue in her crib. I performed rescue breathing that afternoon until the paramedics arrived recalling a first aid class that I had taken as a Girl Scout. I thumbed to the page in the Junior handbook that illustrated rescue breathing. It was exactly as my memory had recalled.
Sarah had only been home for a little more than two weeks after her trach was placed and already we had been back to the hospital once due to plummeting oxygen saturations. It was becoming more and more evident that we were dealing with a much larger health issue than we wanted to acknowledge. Somehow I believe we thought once the trach was in place we were going to live happily ever after. Now, I was beginning to question that. I was starting to see that we just needed to be thankful for each morning that she woke up.
So I carefully laid my sash and hat on her. I made a toast to our "Future Girl Scout." In my head, I was already planning the fun things we would do. Learning the Promise together, singing Girl Scout songs, field trips to police stations, making s'mores while camping. From my heart, I prayed that she would live long enough to be a Girl Scout.