I was checking out at target with a handful of baby girl stuff. This seems to be becoming a regular occurrence … After 16 years of shopping for baby boy clothes, I am in heaven; finally back in the girls department! Ruffles, bows, pink and more pink – they all call my name. So somehow, even though I really came in for a return…there I was with a handful of adorable pink items, waiting to pay.
The cashier at the register noticed my purchases and started chatting.
“You had a baby girl?” She asked.
“Yup,” I say nonchalantly. “She’s 9 weeks today.”
“Wow!” She exclaims. ”You look great!”
Actually, I think to myself, lady, you have no idea just how great I look! I was in the trauma ICU for 10 days followed by a week of acute rehab. I had massive hemorrhaging, my body went into DIC which caused me to experience multiple organ failure. And due to more complications, I’ve been lugging around a wound vac for weeks and I just got rid of it yesterday. It’s nothing short of a miracle that I’m casually shopping at Target 9 weeks later, feeling great!
But I don’t tell her that.
I wasn’t about to share this all with my new friend-for-a-moment.
Instead I smile and say thank you.
“Enjoy your little one!” she says as I take my bag to go.
And I’m thinking.
Here I am, shopping like anyone else – and everyone around me is completely oblivious to the fact that I’m a walking miracle. There’s nothing about me that stands out as you walk by. I look as typical as anyone else. What about the people that I see passing me – what secrets lay under their casual and regular appearance?
I smile at the lady in line behind me as I leave.
Who knows what she’s been through.
You just never know.