Day 110: One year

One year ago, I took a personal day for an afternoon to check out a few daycares. I knew she wouldn't be born in time to need one just yet, but I wanted to get a head start. I figured that daycares would fill up fast for fall and I wanted to have my choice, not be stuck with somewhere I wasn't happy with. I checked out a few and actually had one that was my front runner which is where she is now.

First picture - too many wires

I got home just in time to see my husband put on the finishing touches to his dress uniform for the military ball. He looked so handsome that I instantly regretted my decision not to go. I told him so. He said, "How fast can you get ready?" and I sprang into action. Thirty minutes later my hair was pulled up, make-up touched up, and I was hastily adjusting a gown that had been hanging in my closet from a few years prior.

I knew I would be tired the next day, but we had already paid for the tickets. Our friend Josiah drove us to the hotel in Austin that was hosting the ball. We took pictures and paid exorbitant sums for cheap wine. We sat down to eat and listen to the guest speaker. Some pictures of that night were ones I lost in my phone update last week. I had taken a picture of the program with my phone. I can't remember who he was, but just before he came up to speak, we were asked to turn off our phones.

I looked at my phone. We had six weeks before our baby was due, but every minute I was prepped and waiting for the phone call. I had a feeling she might be early. I decided to make a big deal of leaving my phone on would be silly, we had six weeks to go. Little did I know, during that speech our daughter was being born.

Holding her hand for the first time

We didn't get the phone call until the next day. I was very tired. It had been a long afternoon after a late date night at the ball. My phone rang at 3:55. Adoption Alliance came up on the screen. I answered and quickly stepped into the hall. Nikki told me that our little girl had been born the night before in an emergency C-section. She had very few details about the condition of our daughter. The birthmother had been depressed and decided that one line of cocaine would make her feel better. Between the drugs and moving some heavy furniture, her placenta abrupted.

The baby was in distress, so the doctor had to perform a C-section that was pretty drastic. At this point I realized the baby might not be ok. The drugs, the premature birth, the C-section all could have hurt my baby girl. I started shaking and my knees gave out. I sank to the floor. One of my teacher friends noticed me upset in the hallway. I was alternating between tears and panic. It took a few very tense hours of running and planning and packing to get ourselves ready to be gone for who knows how long.

We raced up to the hospital, several hours away. By the time we got there it was very late and because the baby was in the NICU, we weren't allowed to see her right away. We had to get wristbands and be approved to visit. It was hard to leave the hospital without being able to see her. We saw the birthmom and talked with her. She said she would take us down to visit in the morning. But she felt pretty rough after such a difficult delivery and had such a large incision.

I was so excited and nervous. We didn't know what to do or what rules we were supposed to follow. She took us down to the NICU, we washed up and gowned. They showed us our baby for the first time. She was almost two days old by the time we got to see her, but she was still so terribly tiny. Less than twelve hours after I got to hold her tiny fingers for the first time, she was legally ours (in guardianship).

It was a long week of gowning and washing to go into the NICU every three hours. We did let the nurses take over at night. I figured that I would be getting sleep deprived soon enough. We finally took her home 8 days after she was born, tiny and struggling with feeding issues, but growing.

Lil Bit was so tiny and fragile looking, but it was impossible not to fall in love with her. She was so bright eyed and aware from the get go. She stole my heart the first time I saw her and never let me go. Daddy melted too. Babies aren't really his thing, he likes when kids get older and have more personality, but he couldn't help falling in love with her. She had him wrapped around her finger before our first visit was over.

Those first couple of weeks and months had some really rough patches of sleep deprivation and exhaustion. She and I gradually figured it out together. I can't imagine life without her anymore. She was the most precious gift and blessing in my life.

I struggle everyday to make it through the hours I am away from her. While there were tough minutes that seemed to last a year, I wasn't prepared this year would fly by in a minute. She is already changing so fast. I just wish I could slow it down a little and have more hours to enjoy her. But today she is an infant no longer, instead is one year old and will be for all too short a time. I plan to spend every second I can this summer just memorizing her face and watching her learn and explore. But I know next year, her two year old picture will be almost as different from today's as this one is from the first ones last May.

It is hard to believe how precious she was to me in those first few second of seeing her face and impossible to believe that she grows more and more precious to me daily. The wonder of a mother's love is that it is boundless. I just wish my energy were too. Ha!