I had to call my Dad to tell him personally. My Dad and I have a special relationship, I'm a true Daddy's Little Girl. I remember my mom always telling me that it was my Dad who would hold me while they took blood and put IV's in. It was my Dad who would hold the pan as I vomited from the anestesia and would clean my stitches after each surgery, he had the stronger stomach and stronger will to see his little girl go through so much. I was't sure how he would take this news.
Again, I stuck to the facts. "Dad, I had another sono yesterday and they found that the baby has a bilateral cleft lip." I told him. His reply, "you know Pump, we love our babies no matter what." as his voice cracked. My eyes welled up, "be strong" I told myself over and over. "I know Dad". He went on, "of all the things that could be wrong these days, this is nothing." This made alot of sense to me and gave me a sense of reassurance and for the first time I felt some strength being mustered up. Dad always had a way of making an impact with few words.
By this time, my wonderful friends were e-mailing me back the most beautiful of words but I needed to make one more call, to my best friend of 22 years, I hadn't included her on the e-mail. She had been by my side through at least 5 of my surgeries, she was the only one I would let see me with stitches, with packing oozing from my nose, and black eyes. She was the one who I would have to yell at to stop making me laugh because it hurt too bad. I made the call and with her three kids in the background clamering for her attention she was right there with me as I cried (yet again). I had hoped in that moment that my child would befriend somone like her along the way.
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