You’re here. You made it. You’ve actually been here for a little bit. And to be honest, I’ve been writing this for a long time. It’s just taken your momma a little longer for her heart to form words. Not for any reason in particular, just simply because for nine months I didn’t have to share you with anyone and now I do. Sure, we’ve shared your story for years, but now it’s real. It’s only been little over a month, but I don’t even know what we did before you…except dream about you. Your daddy and I are so thankful we don’t have to spend another month without you.
Not to anyone’s surprise you made it here, and only with a few little hiccups along the way. I want to share your birth story with you. Not that I’ll ever forget that day, but there will come a day when I don’t get to hold your little seven pound self and feel all the feels that I felt that day. For the last month I’ve tried to soak up every snuggle with you because far too many people have told me that babies don’t keep. So I want you to know that your birth will forever be my greatest accomplishment and my most favorite memory that will always keep.
Sweet girl, momma carried you for a long thirty-eight weeks. And during that time, it was just me and you. Just like any expecting mom, there were good days and there were hard days. But after being monitored closely by the best doctor and nurses, we decided to induce to get you here as soon as possible. My body did not respond as we hoped (go figure) and we opted for a c-section. The c-section to get you here was so perfect. Your daddy and I were so excited and so nervous. Inside the operating room they were playing our song for you, singing you happy birthday, and taking the best care of me. Before we knew it, you were here… crying the sweetest cry and looking just like me.
Momma and daddy got to love on you together. We got to look at your little face with all your sweet little features. We counted your fingers and your toes and were in awe of those two little dimples. We got to hold you close and not share you with anyone for the sweetest hour. I remember not being able to fully grasp that this was real life. You were here.
This is when I saw your daddy turn into a daddy. And this is the moment I knew my heart was finally complete. Your daddy has been his best self since he saw you. Forever ingrained in my heart is what he looked like seeing you for the first time. He has loved you in a way that brings me to tears. A way that I always want you to be loved.
Shortly after you were here, mommy didn’t feel too well. But don’t worry, there was an army of nurses and doctors by my side while you were being snuggled by so many friends and family, friends and family who prayed and prayed for your arrival. The same prayers that got you here, helped mommy feel better too.
I hope you always believe in the power of prayer. I hope you always know God performs miracles, big and small. And that God has angels here on Earth. I know, because they surrounded your momma all day and night. After feeling a great deal of pain, and the pain medicines not working like we hoped my doctor knew we had to do something else.
To most, this lady right here is their doctor but to me she’s my hero… although her humble heart will never admit it. God put her in the right place at the RIGHT time. Within moments of being in my room, my blood pressure plummeted. After getting me to come to, she called a RAPID throughout the hospital and assembled a team of doctors and nurses to take the best care of me. And they did just that. She knew things weren’t making sense and we went back in for an emergency surgery where they found momma had been bleeding. Nothing related to my previous surgery and or any previous IVF treatments. It was just my body’s reaction and God’s plan. Again, He was reminding me that He’s always with me.
Why me I thought shortly after? But now, I think why not me? God had been preparing our strength and our story for this very moment and now every time I look at you I know I wouldn’t change a thing. Yet again, we had to have faith in our Heavenly Father. And sissy, we have a lot of faith… that’s ultimately what got you here in the first place. I’m so thankful He is our ultimate healer and works through the hands of doctors like ours. Your momma’s doctor saved her life, so I could spend the rest of it with you. And since your delivery we add in an extra prayer, “God is good, God is great. Thank you for Dr. Martin. Amen. ”
To top off our week’s long stay, momma got pneumonia and your bilirubin numbers spiked which caused us to stay just a little longer. In the scheme of things, these little hurdles were nothing compared to what other Mommas and babies are facing around the world. So each night we said extra prayers for those facing harder times than us. The extra time in the hospital allowed us to learn a little more about taking care of a newborn, but it mostly taught us about the selfless love and dedication each doctor and nurse poured into us on an hourly basis. And for them, we will forever be thankful.
A month later and I’m still crying the sweetest of tears. But not strictly because I’m a hormonal mess, exhausted, or a new mom, but because when I look at you I get a rush of emotions. You are no longer a figment of my imagination, a distant dream, or a constant prayer… you are here.
I’ve waited a long time to love you like I do,
I think it’s safe to say that you’ll be your daddy’s girl, living in your momma’s world.