Two years ago, a nurse directed me to call your daddy. “Are we having the baby today?” I asked. She answered, “If I were you, I would want my husband here.”
We found out later, she chose her words carefully because they weren’t sure you were going to survive.
Two years ago, you were delivered at twenty six weeks. You weighed only 790 grams.
I was told how, with your eyes still fused shut, you surprised everyone with a mighty cry.
Two years ago, I saw your picture for the very first time. Later in the day, the NICU nurses sent a card of your prints with a note that said “For my mommy”.
I cried when I first saw it.
Two years ago, I held the print card while propped up in my hospital bed and thought “Holy crap! I’m someone’s mom.”
I couldn’t wait to meet you… the baby that amazed everyone.
Two years ago, everything changed. Although the ride has been bumpy with many twists and blind turns, we figured out how to see past our challenges, learned to let go of what should be, and discovered how to love what is.
I’d do everything all over again, and more, to get to you.
Happy Birthday Charlie, today you are two.