This week's snippet picks up where last week's ended, which happened to be smack dab in the middle of a paragraph. I think this is the first time I've posted a snippet that really delves into some of the complications Grace experienced as a result of her achondroplasia.
I don’t remember my first year, but my parents often speak of that time. Even now, they grow pale and seem to age when they speak about the stays in the hospital. When I was a month old I contracted my very first respiratory virus, and continued to play host to one virus after another. This would have been bad for any child, but my smaller air passages were unable to deal handle. The hospital staff and my parents lived in a state of constant fear I was going to suffocate. I touch the base of my throat, tracing the nearly invisible scar left behind from the tracheostomy I'd needed in order to finally kick the respiratory problems and go home.