Funny how special occasions like weddings and funerals and birthdays cause you to reflect. My oldest daughter is turning 7 this Saturday. There's nothing really significant about 7. It's not her first birthday. She's not entering her preteen years or sweet sixteen or eighteen, none of those significant age markers. But somehow this birthday seems to be having an impact on me. The thought of my daughter turning seven, that seems so old when she's so young.

I've been thinking back to when she was born, a complete surprise a the time. I was experiencing pains in my side, almost like the ones you get from running. It couldn't be the baby since she wasn't due for another two months and it wasn't like the early labor symptoms I had read about. I went home to rest, but ended up in the hospital when the pain become unbearable. Three hours later an emergency c-section resulted in the arrival of my little girl, my first born.

Because she was pre-term and underdeveloped, especially her lungs, she had an extended stay in the hospital. It's those days from her arrival to when she was able to come home with her family that I've been thinking about in my blog:

Looking at old photos, it's hard to believe that was my daughter. I feel very blessed.

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