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One year ago, I made a birthday wish. My wish was a simple, yet complicated wish for a healthy baby.

This year, I hold in my arms my almost 3 month old daughter.

I don't need to wish this year. I have everything I could ever want and need.

Quick Update

Surgery seemed to go well. I have a post op appointment tomorrow so I'll see what he says and I'll write a more in depth post after that. Crossing my fingers for positive news.

Check out the drummer :)

Why today is a Happy Mother's Day

You ARE so beautiful to me, baby

Selah is the reason I am a mother this Mother's Day and for that I am thankful.

Oh Selah baby

From the famous Six Until Me's blog:

 I want her to know that she was wanted so much, well before she arrived, and that her parents went to great lengths to make sure her arrival was as safe as they could manage.

I want her to know that those moments when she has to wait while I test or while I bolus or the times when I have to set her in her crib and gulp down grape juice while she stands there, her big eyes staring at me while her mouth tugs into an impatient smile, that I love her and I just need to deal with diabetes for a few seconds so I can be the best mommy I can.

I want her to know that if my eyes don't get better, it's not her fault.  It's not my fault, either.  The fault lies with diabetes.

I want her to know that the reason I'll sometimes frown at a soggy diaper or a voracious pull from the bottle isn't because she's being "bad" or doing something wrong, but because I'm worrying.

I want her to know that just because I have it, and because some of her best buddies have it, doesn't mean that she will have it.  But I also want her to know that if a diagnosis of any kind ever touches her life, we'll manage just fine and take the best care of one another that we can.

I want her to know that when she smiles at me, it's like a thousand online communities inspiring me all at once.  That the hope of her was once the biggest incentive to improve my health, only to be superseded by her arrival in my arms.

I want her to know that regardless of what she may hear about this "diabetes," her mama is going to be just fine. 

This might not all apply (yet), but it's still true. Selah was (and is) so worth it.

The surgery will be needed and within the next month or I'll go blind.

I need to see my children grow up so surgery it is.

3 years later

Three years ago, a pretty special guy asked...

a pretty awkward girl...

to be his wife. She said yes.

They got married.

And three years later, their twosome became a trio.

And they lived happily ever after.