I just gathered materials to work on our daughter’s scrapbook and am surrounded by pictures from the day she was born. Everything from that day has come flooding back.
Emma is a year and 5 months old and sometimes it is still strange to think that I am a mom. I remember that moment the delivery/operating room; I didn’t think I would cry but I did. When she took her first breath, and I knew she was here and okay, tears rolled down my cheeks as they continued to work on me. In that moment we became parents (even though sometimes I feel like we’re still just those 2 teenagers).
My husband went to her immediately and stayed by her side. I will never forget the joy in his voice when her tiny little fingers closed around one of his. I will never forget when he brought her over and held her face next to mine, our beautiful, tiny girl. Over the next 3 days we bonded with her in the hospital and loved just staring at her. It felt even stranger when we left the hospital with her. I knew she was ours but, again, half the time I don’t feel like an adult.
To this day, we still go into her room while she’s sleeping just to stare at her. We are so blessed to be parents and are grateful for our daughter. Being a parent is difficult and not without frustration or trying times, but at the end of each day I thank God for another day as her mom. For 12 years, I had read articles, heard form doctors, and told myself that I probably wouldn’t be able to have children. So now, not a day goes by that I don’t appreciate our blessing (literally and honestly).
**I am gushing in this post, but it wasn’t all a breeze (is it ever with a newborn?). Our daughter had a rough start in this world - acid reflux and a milk-protein allergy meant a LOT of adjustments and medicines.**
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