Two years ago this May, I delivered a beautiful 1lb 11oz baby girl, that now runs the show in this house.
Two years ago this May, we were terrified that she would not survive such an early arrival, and beyond all the odds and statistics, by the grace of God she pulled through. A miracle. A needed one.
Today I am exactly 26 weeks and 5 days along with a baby boy. He bounces about within, reminding me every minute of the life and miracle we have been given. It's very hard not to be fearful of the what ifs, especially when there have been so many things that have happened in the past three years. One thing I am certain, he will not be arriving today. For that I am thankful, but I still am anxious over the unknowns, and the lack of control I have over so many things. I am resting, and doing my part to keep baby safely growing, right where he should be, for as long as possible.
Today is a pretty big deal.
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