On this day last year, I was elated -- it was the month I would get to meet my baby girl. So many people told me I would have a February baby; that I was too small to carry a baby to term. Despite four or five trips to L&D in preterm labor, with the help of many terbutaline shots, I carried my sweet baby girl to 39 weeks and 6 days. This is the biggest accomplishment of my life.
This year, as I woke up on March first, instead of holy crap I am going to have a baby this month, I thought holy crap my baby is turning one year old this month. *sniffle, sniffle. Sob*. We've come so far from March 1st of last year. It's amazing the difference a year makes.