Today is a very special day for two reasons (the second reason just dawned on me as I noted the date of this blog post). Fletcher was born at 25 weeks 2 days gestation, and, absent anything completely crazy happening in the next handful of hours, this pregnancy is officially of longer duration. So, I am happy to admit there is something my little sister does better than me... and that is gestate babies (even my own baby). See Angie, I am freely admitting you are better than me at something, but don't get used to it.
I am excited beyond words about this milestone. Every day baby girl is in there is an extra day of doing nothing but growing and developing of which Fletcher was deprived. As a mother, I can't even explain how difficult it is to watch your child literally fighting for his life--every single one of his organs, from skin, to lungs, to brain, shocked and taxed from being asked to perform long before they are fully developed--when what he is supposed to be doing is floating around in a cozy uterus without a care in the world. Please join me in praying that baby sis has many more days of floating ahead.
The second reason this is a special day is that today, March 1st, marks the second anniversary of Fletcher's homecoming from the NICU. I guess I should really post about this milestone on his blog, but I think the fact that both of these things are happening on the same day is pretty darn cool.
