Dear Roisin,
You turned a year old on December 6th and I meant to post this then, but...well....yeah. You can't read yet, so I guess I get a few more years of forgiveness for having swiss cheese for brain sometimes.
I was looking at the pictures of you the other day---you know, the ones of you in the NICU, when you were so, so tiny that all of your skin looked like it belonged to someone else, and I thanked god for those pictures...because although I'd love to forget your NICU days, at the same time, it was the first time your dad and I got to see you, as you. Before that, you were that lump in my belly, that heartbeat on the monitors, or that picture on the ultrasound, but after you were born, you were our little fighter, our 3.4 pounds of fury.
And now you're one and trying to walk and learning to talk and showing us more of who you are...and dear god, let us always be thankful that you are as healthy and strong and most of all, as normal as any other baby. And please, don't ever stop being you. You fought so hard to enter this world that I know you'll do some wonderful things in your life.
Love,
Your Mom
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- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
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