September 19, 2003: 25 weeks into my first desperately wanted, diligently tried-for pregnancy, my water broke at my husband's 30th birthday party. Just like that, without much fanfare it just happened. Trying to figure out what to do next was one thing - trying to figure out how to keep the dog from drinking the puddle was another. What ensued was a blur of hope and hopelessness, of tragedies and miracles, of disappointments and triumphs. And so the princess came to be. We spent day after day and night after night by her side wondering if she would make it through the day, through the week, through another month. During that time, nothing else mattered, and nothing else will ever come close to impacting our lives the way Sophia has. She taught me all I'll ever need to know about strength and hope. She endured more in her first year of life than I ever will in a lifetime.
We brought her home after a 120 day NICU stay between two different hospitals in two different states. We put all 5 pounds of her in a little bubble and we had no plans of taking her out. For years, this kid beat every odd and never ceased to amaze us. She was sweeter than the day is long, and when she smiled, rainbows and kittens shot out of her eye balls.We liked it in our happy little bubble. She taught us about tea parties and ponies and although we have no idea where she learned of these things, we suspect the grandmothers are to blame. The sun rose and set on Sophia, people are drawn to her good-natured spirit. We were content to live out the rest of our days with our perfect little miracle. That is, until we got "the big idea" as it has come to be known. To Be Continued....
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