You might already know that we are gearing up for a super fun 2nd birthday family celebration. I can not tell you how excited we are, how excited I am. This time last year I began to relive the days and hours before Blythe was born. It was a scary time in my life, in Britt’s life and in Blythe’s life. It was like flashbacks.
The room we started in at the first hospital. The face of the nurses taking care of me. The neonatologist who stopped in to give me the “preemie” talk and discuss survival statistics. My good friend Teia was there for that “chat” and I was so grateful for her presence. My water breaking and having to tell my mom to explain to my dear, and closest friend Tammi that I could not handle seeing her at that point as I wanted to focus on remaining calm. What felt like forever for the ambulance to be ready to take me to UT. The nurse who was so sweet and rode with me to UT because she was a familiar face. Wendy, a paramedic, who went to school with me who pulled out the bed I was on to get me to triage at UT. Dr. Erinn Morgan, another schoolmate of mine, who was one of the ob/gyn residents, and first face I saw at UT. It was a relief to see another familiar face. Britt arriving at the triage, holding my hand. The days we spent at UT. The fruit bouquet that Chris and Holli had sent to our room. Fr. David giving me anointing of the sick, a sacrament I had not received. The Marino girls coming by and later Joh Mac and Lori. I remember closing my eyes in pain, not realizing it was a contraction, and Lori offering her hand. The misunderstood peace that the Lord gave to me the hour before Blythe’s birth. The MD who checked and said, she is coming whether we are ready or not. The OR full of people ready to take care of both Blythe and I. The anesthesiologist putting the heart monitor stickers on my body getting ready to put me under, Dr Schoutko requesting them to hold off so that I could try and have her naturally. The 3 pushes it took to get her here, the group of RNs and MD’s working on Blythe. Britt getting to see her and then rolling incubator her to the NICU.
I could not have written about those days that this time last year. And although I had and have so much to be grateful for I was still in much pain this time last year. Now, almost 2 years since that dark time I am so joyful. We are so joyful. Blythe is a blessing and a gift. She continues to teach and amaze us. This birthday celebration is different for me this year. I am not having those flashbacks. I am really able to celebrate that “dark time” that really has turned into light.
Blythe is chatting up a storm and knows her letters… working on numbers. She runs, climbs, and slides. She surprises us with a new word orskill everyday. She a little like Britt with Rowland eyes. She is learning to share. I will might never understand the reasons our good Lord had for her early arrival, but I am beginning to understand some of the lessons He had for me.
