My friend Mara has adopted three beautiful children from China. She and her husband (and maybe this is a common adoption term?) call the day they are finally able to get their sweet child “Gotcha Day.” I love that.
Three years ago today felt like our “Gotcha” Day. Three years ago today we finally brought our surviving twin home from the NICU.
After 84 very, very long, difficult days, our family could finally all live under the same roof and try to regain some sense of normalcy.
The good news is that at three months old, she was still only the size of a small newborn. So in that sense, I guess we didn’t miss out on much, if you want to put a positive spin on it.
Of course, it was bittersweet. I didn’t have Kathryn. We had experienced a long and painful stretch to get to this point. Over the months, I watched set after set of twins leave the NICU in the double crib, knowing that would not be our fate. Even after three years, that still hurts. I imagine it always will.
But, we’re surviving. Three years have flown by.
Look at her now!
And for this, I am grateful.
Happy Gotcha Day Tiny. I love you to the moon and back.
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