I love anything with a heart on it.
I can rattle off the names of multiple specialists and therapists without pause.
I still sometimes panic when I think I catch a hint of blue around your lips, even though they have only ever turned blue once.
I will never forget how to count your breaths, and I learned very quickly what your normal retraction looked like during the months leading up to your surgery.
I know more medical jargon than I ever thought I would, and I have found my voice and my place in the medical world.
I fight alongside you; I take your battles personally; I advocate, advocate, advocate.
I have perfected the art of saying goodbye, just in case, even though every ounce of my very being clings to the hope that it is just another see you later.
I am a heart mom.