On the day you were born my heart grew three sizes.
I woke up in the morning at the hospital with your daddy next to me.
I remember looking in the mirror thinking this is going to be the most important day of my life.
Your dad was there, holding my hand and rubbing my back all day.
My friend, Amy, James & Evan’s mommy, was my nurse who took care of me.
Auntie Lala was there too.
Twelve hours later, around 7:30 pm, it was time.
We dimmed the lights and put on the lullaby CD I had made especially for you. I wanted you be born with music in the air.
You were so comfy inside my belly that it took some hard work to get you out, but finally, at 9:16pm, you entered the world, baby girl, and brightened and blessed our lives forever.
Lil’s new school has a tradition of asking the parents to write a story of “The Day You Were Born.” Steve, Lexi and I will join her class at circle time on Monday to read the story aloud. I’ll be a blubbering mess, guaranteed.
I left out some of the gory details since she’s only five and all. Terms like back labor, sunny side up, tremors, barfing, high blood pressure, meconium, cord around neck, blue faced, and specialized NICU Team didn’t seem to fit into a story for a preschool class. But one day I will tell her the full story of the challenges she and I both overcame to make it here today.
Happy Birthday, Lil! We’re so proud of the sweet, soulful, loving little girl you are. We love you to the moon and back.