She was born a month early.
I had no amniotic fluid so we had to deliver.
In the middle of labor, my blood pressure bottomed out and a HUGE man threw me on my side.
I laughed because I was enormous pregnant and never been thrown before.
Hubby had left the room to get coffee.
He came back in the room “Did I miss anything?”
I laughed harder.
Then the OB told me to push.
Then she called me “Lana” like sauna.
I told her my name is “Lana” like banana.
Then she was born.
A beautiful baby.
A precious bundle of joy.
Who hiccuped, weird.
Her lungs were not developed.
Her first car ride was in an ambulance to a better hospital for precious bundle of joys,
who hiccuped weird.
who hiccuped weird.
Every few hours we would get to see her.
They wouldn’t let me hold her.
They wouldn’t let me stay with her.
My hubby had to go to a foreign country to lead a mission trip.
My other children left to their Grandparents 9 hours away.
It was all very surreal.
She stayed in NICU for weeks, it seemed like eternity.
Then one fine HOT day, I got to drive her home.
I remember just staring at her.
The house was so quiet.
She was beautiful.
A precious bundle of joy.
She just came to give me kisses.
She had the hiccups.
This time they were not weird.
They were real.
They were such a beautiful sound.
She is so loved!
We are so thankful for her.
Her mocha eyes and her cute freckles.
Not to mention, her hearty laugh.
Happy 7th Birthday, Princess!
You are loved!
Blessings to you! You are loved!
