A year ago today I was recovering from my cerclage surgery and fighting pre-term labor. Yep, the anniversary of the day that literally saved our girl. Well, this day and the one prior (when they confirmed my cervix shortening). My happy little world came crashing down. I couldn't even think straight. My normal pregnancy suddenly became far from normal. We were fighting to (hopefully) save our girl. I wish I would have known then that it would all be okay. After all those months of tears and worry, I'm now watching our sweet girl bouncing like a little bunny in her Jumperoo, babbling and smiling at me.
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The memory is still an emotional one. It may not seem like a big deal, right? She's fine now. It's just that I was so vunerable. There was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless. Being confined to bed leaves you alone with your thoughts and Dr, Google, all day long. Those times are still never far from the back of my mind. For others it may seem so minor in the scheme of things but living that fear was not minor. Today and every day I am thankful for my little love.