Today, four years ago, at 2:20pm, I gave birth to a beautiful little girl.
She was three and a half weeks early after 42 hours of labor and not quite complete.
Her palate it seemed had not quite made the journey.
But she was eager to join us and had lessons to teach.
Oh, the lessons she had to teach were difficult to learn. But beyond priceless.
Lessons in love, patience, joy, understanding, beauty, laughter, faith, discipline, coping, and discovery of strength we did not know we possessed.
FOUR years ago today my trip down a spiral staircase began at a rapid pace.
But here I sit, four years later, the mother of three beautiful children.
I laugh, I cry, I parent.
But I am here. And here I sit as I sigh and smile, grateful deep down for all the time we have had and the time to come.
The mother of a child who, four years ago, needed a feeding tube to grow. Who needed round the clock care for the first month of her life.
The mother of a child who needed 6 surgeries in the first 5 months of her life.
And now – now she laughs. She talks. She eats without help. Without fear. Without a feeding tube.
She can say “Bobby” and blow up balloons.
Bubbles? Not a problem for this princess anymore!
She can say her ABC’s and sing a tune.
A good book is often found clutched in her sticky hands.
And I am happy.
I can understand 85% of everything she says to me. (Less than a year ago I couldn’t understand 50% of what she was saying)
She hugs. She loves to be tickled.
She can tell a very funny (and original) joke.
She is absolutely uncompromising on more occasions than I care to admit but I still love her with all my heart.
She says “I Love You, Mommy and I mean it!” which melts my heart more and more every time.
Four years later.
We’re closer than ever.
Happy Birthday to her.
Happy Survivor’s Day to Me.