5 years and 1 day ago I had two children. There was of course, the anticipation of a third, but after everything we had been through we were still unsure if there would ever be a third. Megan lay in bed for months to give her the best chance she could have to make it. 5 years and 1 day ago we were not sure.
I was not myself, and would not be for years to come. Just over a year earlier we lost the baby whose small body I looked at in a sterile dish. I shouldn’t have looked, but hindsight is, of course 20/20. All I knew for sure was I couldn’t let myself fall in love with something that may not live.
We waited in anticipation until that day 5 years ago. She came into the world a mass of black hair and the voice that pierced all the dark places in us like a spotlight in a tunnel. 5 years and 1 day ago we didn’t believe, 5 years ago we had no choice but to. She was loud, she was beautiful, and five years and one day ago we thought she would never come.
5 years and 1 day ago there was hope and fear. 4 years 364 days ago, there was a one day old miracle laying her head on my chest. I have never been the same since.
Happy birthday Nova Lloraynne, you were worth the wait.