I started the year with a fresh spirit. On New Year’s Day I diligently sat at our computer desk, typing the beginnings of an optimistic blog post.
And then shit went sideways.
Pre-eclampsia hit at the end of my 32nd week of pregnancy. Thanks to an extraordinary medical team, our daughter was born at exactly 34 weeks, and needed only ten days in the NICU.
I’m also elated to tell you she’s pretty much perfect.
Tiny, yes. But perfect.
And I thank my weary body for getting us through.
Here’s to the next leg of adventure in this crazy-ass life, yo.
Happy New Year, Dear Reader.
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