Nine months ago today we got off the plane with our little M. Nine months!
We have had open heart surgery, so many EKG’s I’ve lost count, and copious echocardiograms, more of which will be done next month at her six month heart check-up.
We have had many, many speech therapy sessions, and occupational therapy sessions.
We have had ear tubes, and too many hearing tests to count.
Our three year old has had more doctors in the past nine months than I’ve had ever.
Some days it feels like yesterday, and I feel like little M and I are just really starting to get to know each other.
Some days, though, it feels like forever, and we work together in perfect mother/daughter harmony.
Some days I wonder how I thought I could do this, and some days we rock it. And on those wonderful days, which are happening more and more, I know I was meant to be little M’s mommy.
This beautiful little weirdo… how I do love her.
Happy nine months, little M!