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April 17, 2013


Zoe is seven. It hardly seems possible.  I know I say that every year.  Her birthday more difficult celebration for me because it reminds me of the trauma of the pregnancy and her early weeks in the NICU.  It is a triumphant celebration because it is evidence of strength, healing, and recovery.

Each year, I face this date with a plan in place. We visit the NICU and Zoe gives them a gift of preemie clothing and blankets before we visit the doctors who played a big role in our mutual healing and recovery.  This year, I set those traditions aside. For the first time in seven years, we celebrated differently. We took the preemie clothing up to the NICU with Amanda and that was it…and…I was mostly ok with it.  I felt sad about letting go of my usual coping routines, but strengthened by the knowledge that I don’t need them anymore. Our lives have gone on, and that’s a good thing.


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