“I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.”
“O Sovereign Lord,” I said, “I can’t speak for you! I’m too young!”
The Lord replied, “Don’t say, ‘I’m too young,’ for you must go wherever I send you and say whatever I tell you. And don’t be afraid of the people, for I will be with you and will protect you. I, the Lord, have spoken!” Jeremiah 1:4-8
So I decided that this will be my last Bella's post for a while probably not another one for a year. But don't worry she will make apperances on my other blog ;)
I could take a long time telling everyone who reads my blog that Bella is the love of my life and that I can't imagine spending the day without her even when I do take a break after an hour I can't wait to get back to her and I spend that whole time wondering what she is doing. I think instead I will just share some picutres with you all of Bella's past 3 years.
So Bella has come a long way from the 15oz 3 years ago 1st Year
In case anyone was wondering if Bella has become a real Trashette the proof is in the boots.
She loves her pink Junk Gypsy T-shirt and her pink Cat Daddy Cowgirl boots. Not to mention some silver spoons. She is becoming just another member in the Talking Trash Family.
3/9/09 23 weeks 1 day Bella's survival rate jumped from 10% to 53% this is probably because most hospitals do not consider 22 weeks to be viable yet and for our hospital under 24 weeks it is the parents choice to put them on the vent. We had to choice to put Bella on the vent.
Among babies born alive at 22 weeks, fewer than 10% survived; at 23 weeks, 53% survived;
Today was our last day of therapy with ECI. Seems like it was just yesterday we started I can't believe we are three years later and done. I can't imagine not having the help from all the therapist at ECI over the last three years. They are the one thing that helped keep me from going crazy.
So lets talk about Bella, well she will be 3 next week can you believe it this time three years ago I had no clue what I was having and was in the hospital trying to cook a baby girl.
Today it is three years later and we are 5 days away from her 3rd birthday. A birthday that doctors told us we would never have, not a 1st, not a 2nd and never a 3rd birthday. Doctor said we should never put her on the vent because if we did we would never get a chance to hold her alive. Last night our crazy little girl woke up at 3am and knocked on her door and said "momma come mer". And before I put her back to bed I held her. Everyday that we wake up and get to hold her I thank God for that day.
3/8/09 22 weeks 6 days... I was told not a viable baby. A micro preemie born before 23 weeks gestation has no chance of survival to 10%.
Today before I put her down for a nap she said I love You.