Yesterday, after my somewhat whiny post, I headed to the grocery store to do my actual week grocery shopping (the day before had been a quick stop for a few items).
I was still pouting about my post and generally feeling sorry for myself and not five minutes into the produce section, who did I see?
One of Addison's NICU nurses.
Not just any of the nurses. This was the nurse who was with her the day of her g-tube surgery.
Just seeing her brought back a flood of memories.
I found it strange to see her at this store. I have never before seen her at this grocery store, and I go there all of the time.
She saw Addison and said how great she looked and what a good job we were doing with her....I looked down at my daughter and realized that she was so right. Addison has come so far this past year, who am I to complain?
As if that wasn't enough rebuke, I was shopping away, diligently searching my coupons (for almost two hours) and Addison just quietly played with her toy in the grocery cart (and ate my grocery list). Absolute angel. When I finally finished and was standing in the checkout line, I noticed that Addison was staring intently at me. I stared back.
After about a minute of intense staring, not only did she break out into one of her famously huge smiles that makes her face disappear, but she also laughed. It's moments like that when my breath catches in my throat and I smile back and think how unbelievably happy I am that this is my daughter. This exact model- perfectly made for me.
Thank you so much for all of your encouraging words yesterday. I know that yesterday's post probably won't be my last breakdown to sadness, but I also know that when all is said and done, I honestly wouldn't change things if I could.
I love Addison, and I look forward to celebrating her big day on Sunday. I know that this is a bit of a mini post, but I just wanted to share how my attitude yesterday improved as the day progressed. All of your sweet comments helped so much. (-: