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Bringing home the baby

We brought our baby home. 


An infant swing, bassinet, baby rocker and changing table took over my small home. Anna was a normal baby. She was a NICU baby, so she wasn't used to being held. She liked sitting in her rocker or swing and lounging the day away. We were told not to expect anything as far as milestones go, and to let her move and grow at her own pace. 



We started physical and occupational therapy at about 3 months old. She was scared to death of her therapists for months, but we went twice a week, every week. Their main goal was stretching out her super tight muscles and working on her balance and coordination. And she was a rockstar. Everyone knew Anna. To this day, I can't take her anywhere in our hometown without someone recognizing her and wanting to catch up on her accomplishments. My older daughter is known as "Anna's sister" and it drives her nuts. 


My rockstar baby met milestones left and right. She could sit up and reach for her toys and eat really well. She could pick up her finger foods and feed herself. One day, out of the clear blue sky, Anna started crawling. 


This baby wasn't supposed to live for more than a few hours, and here she was, less than a year old, crawling. She crawled so much she had blisters and calluses on her little hands. My mother bought her fingerless gloves and knee pads, but you'd find them scattered about the house, she didn't want them and she didn't need them. She wasn't afraid of anything. If she decided to conquer it, she conquered it. 



My rainbow baby was out to prove the whole world wrong. One milestone at a time. She's bigger now, and sillier. But every day she reminds us that God is the driver and we are the passengers. Her love for life is astonishing, her headstrong attitude is the push we all could use in life. She still accomplishes tasks in her way. Sometimes she needs a little encouragement and a step stool, but she gets it done. Being the mother of these children is the most monumental blessing from God. This is my purpose, my calling. And I am blessed.



May the lord always be with us on our many adventures, and with you as well.






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