Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Today was my sweet little baby's 3rd birthday. At times it seems like just yesterday that she entered our world, all 3 pounds 12 ounces of her. She was 2 months early, and she spent a month in the NICU. That month felt like a lifetime. I wanted to bring my little baby home so badly, to hold her and cuddle her and not be surrounded by nurses and doctors and machinery that made buzzing and beeping noises constantly.
The day we brought her home, we were so scared. She was tiny. Oh so tiny. The nurses just chuckled when I expressed my fear. "You'll be fine", they assured me.
And we were. We were just fine. Perfect, actually.
My oldest daughter often says to me, "What did we do without this baby in our lives?" And I can't answer her, because I don't remember. She's such an integral part of our family, that I can't remember our world without her.
Happy Birthday, Jo. We are so happy that you have been a part of our family and our hearts for the last 3 years. You are so very loved!