Today I stood in my kitchen choking back tears while splitting baby aspirins in half.
This isn’t what I imagined being a mom to be like. She is suppose to be healthy, happy and intelligent. Sassy and funny.
But this. This is a part of being a parent no one prepared me for. No one could. Even if they tried.
Broken arm? Sure. Scraped knees? Absolutely. Gum in her hair? Probably. But this. Cutting her aspirin to prevent her from having a heart attack? No. No way anyone could have prepared me for this. To be afraid that my 13 month old could have a heart attack.
I just want her healthy. I need her to be healthy.