Three years ago today the Diva entered my life in a way that I now see to be very fitting of her personality. She was delivered six weeks early with a crowd of specialists surrounding her; she does love an audience. At the time it was a really scary and trying experience, but when I look back on it now I can try to find some humor in the situation. The Diva was definitely the star of the show. I didn't get that blissful Mommy moment where they immediately put her in my arms, but when I did finally get to hold her for the briefest of moments I felt the purest of bliss. Although we had been prepared for her needing a stay in NICU, I felt like my heart had been ripped right out of my body with her when they took her away. They wheeled me in one last time to see her before they shipped me off to my room, and they literally had to pull me away, I couldn't bare to leave my precious little girl. But, by the grace of God, our tiny little baby only spent 8 hours away from us before she was cleared to join me. Because of my condition, she was technically ready to be discharged two days before I was.
The instant love I had for her then only intensifies the more I get to know her. She is my smart, sweet, funny, sensitive girl. I love the way her mind works, and I admire her curiousity and her confidence. I could go on and on, but I don't want to bore anyone. Being the Diva's mother is the hardest, best job I have ever had. Daddy-o and I feel so blessed that God has chosen us to be her parents. Happy Birthday Precious Girl!