Today is a WONDERFUL anniversary.
Today is our TWO YEAR anniversary of bringing home our sweet girl for the very first time. At 28 days old, with two open heart surgeries under her belt and some serious care training for mommy and daddy we were on our way. Scared, excited and terrified, but on our way none the less. The last few days in the hospital I really began to lose my mind. I cried continuously and just felt like I couldn't do it anymore. My husband, mom and our nurse noticed this after about day 5 or 6 that I had not for one second stepped out of the hospital once Aly was sent to the floor. I was given strict instructions to get the heck out of there for a little while. I remember Aly's nurse telling me, "If you don't take care of yourself first, you're not going to be able to give Aly what she needs." Jeremy and I left the hospital and went downtown to have dinner and I remember telling Jeremy that I had the weirdest feeling. I guessed it to feel like what it might feel like when you get out of jail. Lights are brighter, the world seemed so different. It was so strange for me to see people going on about their normal daily actitivities. How did they not know what my family was going through? Our lives had screeched to a halt and each day just meshed into the next without me noticing what the date was or even what day of the week it was.
When the moment finally came to take Aly home, we were beside ourselves.
I remember on the ride home feeling so overwhelmed and terrified. We were in such uncharted territory for us and it was SO obvious. We got about halfway home and realized that it was time for Aly to eat... and we didn't have any formula, any bottles and ANYTHING we would need to feed her. How could we not have thought of something like that before getting in the car? We contemplated trying to find a local store and buying formula and bottles (even though we had all this waiting for us at home)... I was seriously scared thinking, "What are we doing?! How could we not have thought of that? Are we going to be able to do this? Can we take care of this sweet little thing like she needs to be taken care of?"
Turns out we could. :) Thanks to our girl for being such a strong little superstar and being surrounded by an amazing medical team who kept a close eye on us, our girl has thrived and is now a feisty little toddler. As with any of these anniversaries, the thought crosses my mind that I wish so bad someone could have just shown me a picture of Aly at two years old and told me, "It's going to be a rough road, but it's going to be okay."
Today is yet another day that reminds me to be thankful for each and every breath we take.
Here's some pictures of our girl on her big day two years ago today:
Aly in her going home outfit that we bought the day we found out she was a girl. She wasn't very happy about it but she wasn't happy about a whole lot in the hospital.
Alys first time through the front door of our home. The door she now walks through on her own, while pushing my hand away and saying "Aly do mama, Aly do" (meaning she will do it by herself :) ).