Lyrics of my life.

The two songs I chose for this assignment are quite similar as they represent two separate but very similar events in my life.

1. Came Here to Live, Trace Adkins

After 4 years of disappointments and 2 painful miscarrages we were finally going to have a baby. The pregnancy, though watched closely by my doctor, could not have gone any better. Every check up was perfect. The results of every test came back great. There was no real morning sickness to speak of. Her room was ready. Perfect little pink blankets in a beautiful crib, soft and cuddly sleepers and frilly little dresses filled the dresser, mountains of diapers dominated the corner, a tiny bathtub sat waiting to be filled with squishy toys and irridesent bubbles. All that was left was to wait for the beautiful little girl to fill the house with her squeals of laughter. Ok, and the 2 am feedings and the mountains of dirty diapers and endless loads of tiny pukey clothes, but we were oblivious to these things as most expectant parents are.
When the day finally arrived even my labor seemed mild and easy. With the aid of an epidural, only 3 fairly uneventful hours later, a screaming and squalling little girl came into the world. To a mother's eyes she was perfect. 7 pounds 2 ounces, 19 inches long. Ten fingers, ten toes, bald head, (no tail) only a large red birthmark graced her left wrist. It should be lucky to share the body of such a perfect child. There was much snuggling and congratulating. Eventually the nurses wisked her away to undergo her first physical.
As it turned out all was not well with our precious daughter. She would have to be life flighted to Primary Children's Medical Center the next day. She had a heart murmur. We were told that many babies have heart murmurs and we shouldn't be concerned, but they wanted to do tests just to be sure. She was sent for ultrasounds and we went to the cafeteria to get some lunch with the assurance that she would be fine. Upon returning to her room we found it empty. No personal belongings, no isolet, no baby. It was obvious that something was not right. As it turned out her murmur was not benign, as the doctors first thought. Our daughter, they told us, had not one 2 large holes in her heart and serious malformations with two of the major arteries connected to it. She would have to have surgery as soon as her little body was well enough to handle it. They had already moved her to the Newborn ICU. At five days old, with her tiny heart the size of a walnut, she had open heart surgery. I sat in the waiting foom for 14 hours praying that all would go well. For seven weeks we lived at that hospital, one of us constantly at her side. Some days would look great and there would be talk of moving her from the NICU to the infant unit for less rigorous care, but somehow there always would be a set back. Until one glorious day when they said, "You can take her home tomorrow" Just like that it was over. She brought her home to the little pink blankets and frilly dresses that had been waiting patiently for her arrival. There have been many checkups and Dr. visits in the years since but her heart is strong. We like to tell her that her heart is bullet proof, because the materials, that they used to patch it with (Gortex and Kevlar), are the same materials used in bullet proof vests.