“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.  It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” ~ American singer Judy Garland

My little one recently had to have a chest x-ray.  It has been something of a shock that for four years my baby has barely had a sniffle and within the past few weeks we have discovered she is gluten, dairy and egg intolerant as well as asthmatic.  My response to the latter was:  “she’s got five belts in karate; she CAN’T have asthma!”  Well she does … for now anyway.  And she is handling it like a boss.  They wanted to make sure she did not have pneumonia so we went in for a chest x-ray.  The sweet woman explained everything she was doing and I promised my baby girl it wouldn’t hurt.  I told her it just takes a photo of your insides.  She held her breath as they took pictures of her little body and I held her small hands while they did it.  Thankfully her lungs are officially clear and they have improved by 25% since she started her breathing treatments a couple of weeks ago.  Looking at the x-rays I almost started crying.  “Mama, what’s wrong?” my little one asked.  Holding back tears I explained the last time I saw her heart it was beating inside my body.