I never believed that miracles happen until my daughter Madison was born. When Madison was born on July 24 2001, I was scared and so excited that this new life was going to be in my life. I could show her everything and anything that my parents didn’t show me. As the day wore on she seemed to be in pain, and I started to worry; she seemed to be failing. Madison just seemed to be uncomfortable. All morning and afternoon Madison screamed at the top of her lungs like someone was poking her with a sharp object; she wouldn’t eat, and she never had her first bowel movement. I knew something was wrong.
I called the nurse into my room. The nurse immediately took Madison to ICU and hooked her up to IV’s. I was scared. The next day she had surgery, and I was told that she probably had Cystic Fibrosis. I never heard anything about the disease before. As the doctor was talking to my family and me, I realized that she has a medical disease that couldn’t be cured. My first question was, “Why does this have to happen to an innocent child; why me?” I thought my life was over, that I wasn’t going to get through this situation.
I watched her helpless in the hospital trying to get better so she could come home. I didn’t think that Madison would be able to come home. Then I asked myself, “Could I do this by myself without any help?” I was told by my sister that I could do anything if I put my mind to it, and she needs me to be strong for her. It was a miracle that she was alive.
For a long month, each and every day I sat in the ICU next to her. I would talk and sing to her just so she knew that Mommy was there with her. I told myself every day that I have a miracle baby. I didn’t think I would have been given a child with a disease if God didn’t think that I couldn’t handle it. I knew I could make it through anything if I could make it through this. Then I looked around the ICU at the other babies and thanked God for my miracle. I was relieved that it was only Cystic Fibrosis and not another medical disease like Down Syndrome, cancer, leukemia or any other life-threatening disease. I feel lucky that she’s even alive, that she made it through one of the worst parts of her little life. I believe that she was my miracle, the miracle that nobody or anything can replace.
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