And then my baby girl turned 9
Today, she’s 9.
9 years ago today, I woke up scared and nervous and anxious and excited.
I went to the hospital only to be turned away and told, “It’s not going to happen today.”
Only hours later, and I knew. It was going to happen today. I was going to meet my first baby.
I pushed. I cried. I begged for more pain medication.
And then, she was here.
“It’s a boy, right?” I asked.
“No. It’s a girl,” and my heart melted.
They handed her to me for a few seconds before they took her away for four long hours to monitor her. She’d breathed in some of the fluids and was struggling a little to breathe.
Since that moment when I looked into her beautiful eyes, I have loved every second that I’ve had with her.
Have they been easy?
No way. She and I went through more than we should have in her earliest years.
But she was right here with me. She was my girlfriend. My saving grace. My sunshine.
I love you Miss Sassy Pants.
Happy 9th birthday, sweet girl.