Yesterday was Isabelle’s cardiac check up.
In case you’re new, or curious, Isabelle came home from China in May 2005 at 11 months.
With a half-dollar sized hole in her heart.
She underwent a very successful open heart surgery when she was 18 months old.
And she’s been one healthy little booger ever since.
And the timing could not have been more perfect.
And her face would get somber as she listened intently to the (child-sized version) story of her broken heart.
But she wanted to know more. She wanted to be able to see her heart.
She wanted to know it was better.
So, when she found out that she was going to have a special appointment with the doctor and actually get a chance to look at her heart, once she was certain they weren’t going to cut her open again, she was insanely excited.
She smiled from ear to ear through all the weigh in, check in, and EKG.
And once it was time to go for her ECHO, she all but jumped into the ultrasound technician’s arms.
But I actually think she preferred watching the blue screen. Starring her heart.
It really was fascinating.
And heart repairs.
“Her heart is gorgeous.”
And she continued, which was great, but totally unnecessary after that all- bases- covered statement.
And with that, I grinned from ear to ear.
Because to us, it is a perfect heart.