After being born weighing 2 lbs. 10 oz,
after two cerebral hemorrhages,
after weeks on a ventilator,
after transfusions and procedures and tests and the endless beep, beep, beep of monitors,
after 71 long days in the NICU...
my little Baby A came home, three years ago today.
Amid all the chaos of life as it stands, there is not a day that goes by that I do not shudder at the thought of Before,
blink in amazement that we made it to After
and count myself lucky that we have a "Coming Home Day" to celebrate at all.
P.S. Could there be a better shirt??