My baby is 5 today!
I was cuddling with Stella last night in between birthday parties and I held her and told her the story of the day she was born with tears in my eyes. You know those moments in your life that you can recall so clearly? The details are firmly etched in my heart, I can be transported right back to that day.
The day she was born, the air had a charge in it and it was unusually warm. I remember in between contractions looking out the window at the leaves floating down from the trees and the sun peaking through rain clouds. Looking back, my labor with her was the perfect foreshadowing of what was to come – intense and fast; emotional. But there was a peace in the room as I delivered her too. All the anticipation for her made the moment so much sweeter. I am now surprisingly grateful for the struggle of infertility – the hard reality of conversations with specialists, the miscarriages and the lows I felt during all the unknown. Because when were given the gift of Stella, I held on to her much tighter. I knew the plan for our family was unfolding just as it was supposed to.