Babies do not care what you have planned for them... they really do not. Think about it, you want to wait til you are done with college, babies get conceived when you are bored on a highschool snow day. You want one close after your wedding? You get to 40 and nothin... you are in about to hit that awesome cruise control known as 3rd trimester? Not so fast, I am here today on the first day of it. So, my beautiful baby girl decided that today is the day... 3/7/2011. I am terrified, no sugar can coat that one. I have a hand that measures 9.85" tip to tip... I currently have a baby girl that measures 13.5". Something happens when you touch your baby's face and tell them you love them and mean it though... it makes you feel at ease with the fact that you were not in the spot you thought you would be in when they got here. What does that even mean though... it means that even though she's in the 15th percentiles, for that gestational age, even though she weighs less than a large meat lovers from Pizza Hut, she still has a fighting chance... I love her and will take her with me everywhere... even though I have to leave her here for a lot longer than I'd like. She will visit this building in the future and will feel the way I do when I visit it... its the reason she is here still, it is the reason she must push on and beat those damned odds... I love both of my daughters more than I love this building, even though I know I would have neither if not for it.
I love Evelyn, Madeline and Children's Hospital and staff... most importantly I love that I can love them all
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