Sometimes it’s okay if all you did today was breathe.
My Mom told me this story every day on my birthday:
“I was shopping and felt something unusual. I went to the doctor’s office right away to be examined and he saw your foot. He said “Let’s get over to the hospital, you’re having this baby today.”
The only problem was that it was three months before you were due. So I went and you were born feet first at 11:55 am and weighed 2 pounds 11 1/2 ounces, screaming bloody murder.
They told us that if you lived 72 hours you had a chance.”
The rest of the story is that I was placed in an incubator on 100% O2 (as a Respiratory Therapist, this makes me cringe) and they tickled my feet when I stopped breathing.
After my mom was released from the hospital they told her that she should only come to see me once each week because I probably wouldn’t live anyway. She defied them. My mom was strong. I was stubborn and defied the odds.
So today, in tribute to my stubborn mom who prayed with all her might and willed me to live:
I will just breathe throughout
this birth anniversary
the first without my Love
the third without my Parents
and try not to focus
but instead on life
on the future
I will continue to
defy the odds
as I have for the last
and just breathe.
174 XO Lisa