Yesterday I bundled the girls up and went to see the perinatologist that I saw, (remember how often?) when I was pregnant with Joy. It was way too cold to drag them out but I knew this might be my last chance to run some banana bread to her before Christmas so while Sean and Ty were at the music store, (a post about that soon,) we went down to the hospital to see her. It was surreal for her to hold Joy and look at her scars. Surreal for both of us! The Dr. said she knows how much worse things could have been for Joy and she knew God answered the prayers of many. What a gift to have her be the one that we saw day after day while being so nervous about Joy. She's a hoot. God-willing you'll never need someone like her but if you find yourself needing someone to watch a still-growing baby, e-mail me and I'll give you her info. I've come to love her almost as much as I love our pediatrician.
Here's my girl...She's trying...She's motivated. She may take her sweet time and not do anything more for a long time, (I know this from experience!) or she may be mobile soon. We don't care which it is but it is so fun watching her be so proud of herself!