A year ago today our precious birthmom endured an agonizing labor and nearly lost her uterus all for the sake of giving her baby the best possible home in her eyes: ours.
A year ago today I waited to learn if her sacrifice of months of her life to give us that baby would cost her ability to have another. It didn't.
A year ago today, precious friends and family caught the call to pray in the middle of the night for miracle after miracle. They did.
A year ago today, a tiny five pounder was born, not breathing, with an apgar score of 1, was whisked away to be bundled up and held safe by a bunch of machines and wires, pausing only for a brief photograph.
A year ago today, I went to visit our tiny little one in a NICU that seemed hostile to the idea of a rich white pregnant lady with 10 kids coming down here to take this poor woman's child out from under her.
A year ago today, a doctor was kind, a nurse was kind, and I began to learn what length our journey might have.
A year ago today, I saw her, touched her, prayed for her and sang to her and loved her, our darling baby girl.
A year ago today, I wept for her birth mom, for the heartache she endured, for what she experienced, for what she gave us. Her trust, her life, her child.
Today we celebrate, not just a healthy strong one year old, doing all the things one year olds do, measuring in at the 97th percentile, smiling, eyes shining, initiating games of hide and seek, singing (sort of), loving and being loved by brothers and sisters, the apple of her daddy's eye, making her mama's cup overflow with joy, but also, and just as much, the enormous sacrifice made and gift given by another beautiful wonderful amazing girl. Both strong, both precious, both amazing, both very near to God's heart.
Love. It can grow so much in a year.
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Congratulations on this precious anniversary!
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