A Year

It was last year Thanksgiving weekend that I found out I was pregnant. Peter and I were driving home from celebrating part of the weekend in Indiana and the other part in Chicago. As we were travelling back to Minneapolis (Peter was driving), I kept sleeping and sleeping...and sleeping. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I kept trying to wake up to keep him company, but couldn't do it. Somewhere along the trip we wondered why I was so tired - I got plenty of sleep over the weekend. Peter said, "you don't think you're pregnant, do you?". In unison we both said, "Noooooo". And on we went.

But, for any of you reading who have been pregnant before, you know the deep, down, I-got-hit-by-a-truck tired that you feel. And this was it. So, when I got home from the road trip, I told Peter I was going upstairs to take a pregnancy test - not actually expecting it to be positive :)  After taking the test and seeing the positive "plus" sign - I yelled down to Peter that I had news. And so our journey began!

Little did I know that day that I would have a baby 5.5 months later. Little did I know that I would spend 4 months in the hospital with that baby. Little did I know that I would come to know more about life, love, patience, perseverance, and God's compassion than ever before in my life.

Someone recently sent me a link to the blog of another preemie mom.  In it she has a section called "How Preemie Moms are Chosen". It confirmed in my heart that it is such an honor to be the mom of a preemie like Elora. I have been the witness to miracles and I get to share really amazing stories with her one day.
I hope all had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! Here are a few pictures from our weekend - enjoy!