We wrapped her in electric blankets in the middle of the Alabama summer because she couldn't regulate her own temperature. We spent every major holiday in the hospital that year.
My family loved her...I would gather her in my arms, my nose in her hair, trying to memorize the soft smell of her.
On Christmas, we watched as she was stuck over and over again for IV placements and her veins blew one by one.
I enrolled in the nursing program because it made the most sense at the time, given the situation. My life was in a spiral, but I felt like I had some tenuous control over it.
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