Sunday, September 12, 2010

Six Months ...

In six months, Beatrice Kate has gone from looking like this:

To this:


It's hard to believe that the pudgy, smiley, happy baby we so dearly love is the same tiny, frail, skinny little baby we cried and prayed over every day in the NICU, who weighed less than a chihuahua or even a large Ribeye.

In six months, Bea has developed into such an amazing individual. She's beginning to voice her likes and dislikes, show preferences for time with Mommy and Daddy, wiggle around when she hears music and laugh out loud at things that make her smile.

In six months, we are beginning to heal from her traumatic birth- as a family. No matter how much time passes, we will never be able to simply "forget it". Beatrice Kate will always be just a little more special than other babies. Having a premature baby changed our lives, changed our family, changed us as individuals. One day, we hope to be able to express in words to everyone the incredible highs of being thrust into the world of parenthood (by fire). We'll also share the unbelievable, emotional lows we went through during the ordeal as we watched our tiny, frail baby put up an amazing fight to get healthy and come home with us. One day, we won't flinch when we hear the beeping of the grocery store scanner that sounds so similar to the hospital alarms and monitors she was hooked up to. One day, we'll be able to hear stories about other NICU families and their tiny babies and not get choked up, or see reminders of her hospital stay (pulse ox monitors, hand sanitizer, etc.) without feeling the scar on our hearts that the NICU left.

One day, but not today. Today we're simply grateful to love Beatrice Kate for an extra 3 months more than we were supposed to have .

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