A Good Heart

However She does have chronic cute-itis.

 When Little Miss was born, and they came to do Her newborn check up in the hospital, the Doc asked if
he could "borrow" Her.  I said yes, but of course I came along.  He lined up all the med students, residents, and interns, placed Missy in a bassinet in the middle, and said, "who can tell me what's wrong with this baby?" 
30 minutes later I sent J a message to tell him that our family was about to be followed by a SIXTH pediatric specialty team.  We are pretty special. 
Did you know that Little Miss was born with a teeny little hole in Her heart?  Well She was! It really was teeny, and it never bothered Her that we could tell.  Just the same, it was nice to go for Her follow-up appointment awhile back- where She held ever so still for Her echo, good girl- and see that it had closed itself right up so that we don't have to worry about it at all.  And also. Is this not the cutest little tiny hospital gown you have ever seen? Seriously I almost ganked that thing.
I hope that Her heart always mends so easily and so well.