I gave birth to the most beautiful child I could ever have imagined. I love her eyes. I love her button nose. I love her little lips, her barely-there fuzzball head of hair. I love the way she coos, and the way she smiles a goofy, mouth-wide open grin. In five days, I will be handing her over to a team of pediatric surgeons. They will cut open her chest and, provided all goes well, they will repair her heart. In five days, I will face the hardest day I have ever had to face as a mother. I will face the hardest day I have ever had to face in general. It's there, just looming.