By Yolaine Dupont
She was born in Vancouver, British-Columbia at 39 weeks, weighing 5 lbs. and 7 oz. With a nearly flawless APGAR score, her father’s mouth and nose, along with my eyes and full set of dark hair. Just as I imagined she would be, Ella was picture perfect.
Still, I had an uneasy feeling. Ella was frail, and her breathing seemed off. I mentioned it to her doctor and nurse, only to be quickly reassured that all was okay. After five days, I took her home. But that upsetting feeling would not go away. The old expression “Mom knows best” turned out to be true.
By Ella’s second month, she was admitted to the emergency room and was diagnosed with bronchiolitis, following a few tests. After a short stay, we were sent home.
Two weeks later, cutting our trip to introduce her to family short, Ella went back into the hospital. A follow-up x-ray had shown a clear progression of lung disease, and doctors were careful to rule out food aspiration and the more scary diagnosis of cystic fibrosis. But nothing prepared us for what was to come. …