The next five months were a blur of tests, transfusions, numerous surgeries, oxygen tanks, monitors (which she is still terrified of. So if you have a cell that makes sounds like a hospital monitor please silence it before you watch our child :) ) and touching/holding her in longer increments. Madelynn came home 5-months to the day of her birth.
She was hooked up with Miss Becca, a PT, and learned how to eat, sleep, roll, scoot, and crawl.
By the time she turned one her gastronomy tube was out, and she was eating solids. She had made her first road trip, was babbling, and pointing to shapes, people, and body parts.
At eighteen months she became a little person, and not our little baby. We made a big move, and took her to Washington. She has grown and developed by leaps and bounds. We walks, runs, had her first hair cut, teaches Andrew bad habits, and is in daycare. Pretty soon, save for her size, you won't be able to see signs of prematurity.
She is now 19 pounds and 30 inches. A far cry from the 1 1/2 pounds 11 3/4 inch baby that came into our lives.
Our life has never been the same. Jermey has become the father he had always wanted to be, and I have become the mother I never thought I was going to be. With all the heartache, the PTSD, PPD (yep been diagnosised with those....) we would never trade her or the experience for the world. We love you Madelynn. You will never know until you're a parent the love we have for you. Your are our light, and purpose.
We love you baby girl.
