Bobby and Maya are 15 months old today. The time has flown by. It's amazing to think of these two walking, talking people as the tiny peanuts they were when they were born on that warm September night. 15 months... A lifetime ago, a moment ago.
I remember touching their fragile fingers and, even as I heard "2 pounds", "CPAP", and the beeps of the NICU, all I could think of was how big they were, how strong they were... How they were old enough that something- anything- could be done to help them. When they were off of their CPAP at less than a week old and taking in my breast milk with ease, I just kept hoping and praying that, one day, I'd be looking at the nearly 20-30 pound toddlers I have here with me now.
They are gently resting in the next rooms. Sleeping soundly. Peacefully. Happy 15 month birthday, my sweets. Mommy loves you so much.