When my goddaughter was born, she wasn't breathing. In fact, she wasn't supposed to be born at all. Altogether, she was a miracle. After a couple months of very high fevers and a series of tests, she was diagnosed with stage four kidney disease.
Just a couple of weeks ago, at the age of 13 months, she underwent her first major surgery in an attempt to repair her kidney. Many people came to the hospital. Some brought her flowers, others bought her toys or clothes, but I did neither. I went out and got the kidney disease ribbon tattooed on my back, along with my goddaughter's favorite flower, a rose.
When she's bigger, she will always know how much she really means to me when she sees my tattoo. She is my little savior. I hope that one day she will understand even just a little bit how important she is in my life. I wear her ribbon every hour of every day just to remind myself that at the end of the day, babies get sick, too. But because of my little savior, I know that miracles do exist.
