Last week marked the one-year anniversary of bringing our dear daughter home from the hospital. After three long weeks in the Newborn Intensive Care Unit (NICU), we were so excited to bring our brand new baby home. This moment was the culmination of many years and many long nights waiting for a birth mother to pick our profile. Finally, after so much waiting we wheeled out little one out of the hospital, strapped her securely into the car seat, and headed for home.
Although this was a moment I had waited for many years, nothing could have prepared me for the beautiful (and sometimes frustrating) experience of having a new baby in the house. Before we brought home this screaming bundle of joy, I would have told you that I was completely prepared for the experience. After all, I babysat extensively as a teen and even worked in a daycare for several years. However, NOTHING really could prepare me for being THE ONE responsible for this little life.
I vividly remember the car ride home, seeing everything with new eyes. Looking at every previously boring sight and telling my dear daughter all about the new world she had just entered only 19 days previous. My darling husband drove so cautiously protecting his newest treasure.
When we arrived home, it was picture time. We posed in every conceivable configuration smiles and joy radiating from our faces. At that moment, all felt right with the world, and I felt like I knew what I was doing.