Of course, I remember that day clearly. I went through most of labor in the waiting room as there was no room in labor and delivery. There was a bomb scare which kept the doctor away until it was almost too late. She was snatched away from me by a well-meaning nurse who thought she spit up something greenish that could indicate a perforated bowel. She had to spend several days in the NICU, and I had to go home without her, which was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. Turns out she was perfectly fine, thank the Lord.
I loved the baby days, even with the sleepless nights. She was an adorable baby, and she has grown into a funny, gregarious, happy
little girl young lady. Her heart is full of songs. She loves her family–even those annoying brothers–, she loves her pets, she loves Jesus. She wants to run a zoo when she grows up.
I’m hoping that doesn’t happen for a long, long time.
Happy birthday, Morgan.
Thankful today for:
595. My daughter
596. The rain holding off until after the pool party
598. Chocolate cake