I wanted to post this mostly as a memory for myself so I can reflect on this later but I know most of you can appreciate these types of experiences life holds.
Ellie was born on Tuesday, April 17, 2012. Sunday, April 22, 2012 our family went to mass with five day old Ellie and it was...rough. We were barely holding it together physically, emotionally, mentally. By we I mean mostly me :). Anyway, we got a perfect front row pew on the side, right next to the door and I sat on the end. Ellie was a curled up ball in the sling with no feeding tube, no oxygen and not a single surgical cut, blood draw nor IV had touched her skin.
Fast forward 11 months later and last night by complete coincidence Jeff chose the same exact pew for us. I of course sat...in the same seat on the end. This time she was sitting up in the sling looking at me and smiling. She once again had no tubes (except she had a red line on her cheek from where I had just pulled the tubes off her face and I had disconnected her feeding tube hidden under her clothes) but I felt like we were all on a different planet from that first time.
Of course, we're not where we want to be...but we're not where we used to be.
