Wednesday, March 9, 2011
It is official. The Dancing Queen made it through her first day of special education preschool. She rode the bus all by herself, waved goodbye to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And by all accounts, she had fun.
She got off the bus just fine, got a big hug from her brother and ate a second lunch. This is all wonderful since since feeding is always an issue and her two lunches equal about 1/2 the size of a normal 3 year old lunch.
I survived as well. I cried a lot today, but I know she will be fine. She will convince everyone else of her amazing abilities and no longer will they worry that she is fragile. I had mentioned the fragility to her preschool teachers this morning and they laughed. The Dancing Queen just started at this preschool 3 months ago and at the beginning, all of them were freaking. So, time will help everyone.
Having a child with a CHD is like being given an extra sense---the true ability to appreciate life. Each breath, each hug, each meal is a blessing when you've watched your child live off a ventilator, trapped in an ICU bed, being fed through a tube. Each minute is a miracle when you've watched your child almost die and come back to you.