Winter Olympics (shudder)!

Well, it's that time again. Time for the winter olympics. Time for TV commentators everywhere to make jokes about curling. And time for my flashbacks.

Erica was born in Feb. 2002 - we are about to celebrate her 8th birthday! The winter olympics were under way in Salt Lake City. Peanut arrived 3 months ahead of schedule; I was listed in serious condition - no visitors - darkened room - limited phone calls; I was told going into emergency surgery that she had an 80% chance of survival... I was ecstatic as I thought when they diagnosed my HELPP syndrome that she had 0% chance at 27 wks! After her birth at a lower-than-expected birth weight for her gestation, we of course had no idea if she would live or die. I couldn't stop crying, and through it all the only thing worth watching on the TV in my hospital room was the winter olympics. I haven't tuned in to CNN Headline News since, because I think just hearing the music they play for their transitions would give me a cold chill.

Each year when her birthday rolls around, I do not dwell on the scariness of her entry to this world. Instead, I focus on the miracle that she is and how very far she has come. But, every four years when the winter olympics coincide with her birthday, the flashbacks do occur. I can almost smell the dozens of flower arrangements in my room. (I had to send some of them home because I was getting headaches from the smell!) I will tune in to olympic coverage, I'm sure, but not on Headline News, LOL!!