In a dark, quiet room one year ago (yesterday), we welcomed our precious third child. A mere twenty minutes after arriving at the hospital, she was delivered by my husband and one nurse. She was our earliest and tiniest baby. I repeated over and over, "Can I hold her?" And I did, right away. I looked into her eyes as she lay on my chest. My doctor walked in and I was laughing as I signed the 'consent for delivery' form with a baby in my arms.
Thus began the happiest year of my life. I thought I was broken. I struggled with depression and anxiety for years. I thought it was a part of me and would never leave, but it is gone now. It feels simplistic to say that she healed me, but not a day went by when I wasn't overwhelmed by the feeling that there was one more soul meant to join us.
She's here now and everything is better.
I took at least one photo of our daughter each day of her first year. I did, regrettably, miss a few days here and there. Those missing pictures tell more about her year than the those I took though; about the fast pace and exhaustion that accompanied her entrance into our family. It wasn't ever easy but it was always joyful. I've actually organized them (like it's DONE, high five) in a Blurb book for her first birthday present. We have so much to look forward to. Happy birthday to our darling baby.