My booboo babies, I remember when I first started to feel your presence.
And now you look like little, precious humans. You have blessed me! You have brought me so much joy!
Your daddy says I am lighter now. He says that he doesn’t have to carry so much of my burden anymore; he can let his mind wander and question the world just like he always has. He finds it entertaining! I would have to disagree.
You have a good daddy. He does little things here and there for Mommy that just melts my heart—makes my day a little bit easier.
I am so happy you’re finally here. I knew you would bring me happiness. I can’t believe I get to feel this every day.
There’s very little significance associated with today …
… except that it is the ninth of the month.
I just hope she didn’t suffer. I hope she didn’t suffer in my womb. I hope Jesus numbed her discomfort in Room 15.
It’s a blessing to just be … after three years of infertility.
This winter I am not preparing for an IVF cycle. My first began two years ago.
My mother remarked how nice it must be to come home from work and spend time with our daughter … our baby.
No shots. No meds. No IVF.
We’re in family mode now—not at a stand-still. Our life isn’t on hold anymore. Our dreams have come true. Our hearts ache too, but for a very good *reason—she’s worth it.
I still hurt, and **it still stings—but the weight is gone. The heaviness is lifted.
After all the times I asked God, “When is this going to be over?”
I just want this to be over.
It’s over—done. I’m living it now. I’m living now.
It’s quite simple actually. *blessed*
Joy wakes me up in the middle of the night—because she’s hungry and is ready for her “diddy” to be changed. She eats well now—rarely turns blue.
Joy welcomes me in the morning and rests with her daddy while I go running. I have joy when I run—she’s mine; I no longer just daydream about her.
My running is going well; four mornings per week, I log some miles. Pumping is a phenomenal work out. *wink* I’ve reached my pre-pregnancy weight; in fact, I’m about five pounds lighter. *confident mamacita* I wear a bit more eye make-up these days; I put in a little more effort. Because I’m a mother, and it makes me feel beautiful.
She keeps me on my toes and bursts my heart. There aren’t enough kisses. Her eyes couldn’t be more bright.
Her wardrobe is PINK. We cannot escape it; pink suits her complexion.
She talks about everything—sleeping, playing, stretching, eating—but she’s quiet too. A content little girl with those big eyes. Physically, she is very strong. And her strawberry hair grows—a head of peach fuzz after her baths.
WHICH SHE LOVES.
My little water princess for sure. She belongs in Nana’s Floridian pool.
My Papa is not well. Please, please pray for him. I want him to stay with us; he has lived a long life. I am grateful for his longevity and the memories created, but I want him to stay with us.
I pray for his comfort. I pray that he knows he is deeply loved and cherished.
My sweet Papa.