It's been a helluva 2 years.
Here I am. 2 years later. Two years after the hell that was Case's pre-birth. It's been two hard years. Two years full of blessings and tears, hope and disappointment. Two long, worth it all years. As Case's birthday approaches I reflect on his life and pre-life. This has been the hardest thing I've ever done. Learning to take "one moment" at a time. Teaching my self not to get caught up on all the "what ifs" and that it's okay to grieve the "never-will-bes" such as nursing my fourth, cheering him on at a football games, etc, etc. I've learned that things don't go as planed. That crying heals. That not everybody will always understand. I've seen that what I thought would be was overrated. That I need Case as much as he needs me. I realize I wouldn't change him for the world because he is a new-kind-of-perfect. I realized that no mater how many times I go though one of his surgeries, I'll probably always cry whethe...