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Exactly one year ago, I was lying strapped down, shaking and itching and involuntarily trying to yank my restrained hands up over and over, with Grant sitting by my head pretending not to be freaked out. Elise was not crying, not breathing, just seizing and being whisked away. Someone was saying something to me about how they couldn't find one of the sponges and would need to do an xray.

What a crazy year. I have to say it's pretty incredible how well everything has turned out. She and I have been through hell and back together.

I love that little girl so much.