Blessed

In the early morning hours I lay soundly asleep in my cozy bed. In the distance of my dream I hear the soft whimpers of my daughter. I roll over and see 5:12am in a red glow from my bedside table and glance slightly to the right of my alarm clock to the video monitor. I see my little peanut wiggling away in her crib waiting patiently for me to give her a diaper change and a quick morning snack before she dozes off again. Butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach at the realization that this isn't another one of my dreams, that it is in fact my reality. My beautiful, amazing reality. I shuffle quietly into her nursery and am greeted, as usual, but the most genuine smile I've ever seen. As we rock slowly, our limbs entwined, tired eyes locked with one another I am reminded just how lucky my husband and I are to have this beautiful, perfect baby to call our own.

There isn't a day that goes by that I am not reminded of how fortunate we are that modern technology was able to create this most perfect human being for us. There were times over the last few years that my largest fear of not being able to have a child of our own was almost a reality. Because of great doctors, amazing nurses, and IVF and I am able to spends hours gazing at my daughters gorgeous blue eyes, tiny little toes, and perfectly curved ears.

I am eternally grateful.