Today is February 6, 2014...Lydia's due date.
She is 7 weeks old today. I remember sitting in my hospital room thinking about how far away that day seemed. And then I had a cruel reminder every time I watched TV and an Olympics commercial would come on. It would advertise that it started on February 6. At least I knew I would be sitting at home with my family watching the Olympics start...with Lydia already in my arms. Not sitting in a hospital room having just given birth. What a strange thing!

I spent 38 nights in the hospital. Lydia spent 12 nights in the NICU. Those 5 weeks I spent in the hospital were definitely worth it, not super easy, but worth it. Lydia is a strong little girl but our experience would have been much different if she had been born at 28 weeks. Looking back I think Heavenly Father put blinders over my eyes. The thought of returning to the hospital makes me shudder, but in the moment it was alright. Of course, many people eased my mind and heart. Darran brought the girls to see me every day and kept our house running. My mom and sisters stepped in to take care of the girls most of the time so they could be home and comfortable. Friends arranged meals to be brought to our home and I had tons of visitors. I also got to know my doctor on a more personal level and met some amazing nurses.

Whatever the reason for things happening like they did, we couldn't be more in love with Lydia. Her sisters adore her, her daddy can't get enough of her, and I would hold her all day - if I could! She is healthy, eats well, sleeps great, and makes us all pretty happy! I'm convinced the level of drama is going to increase exponentially each year with having three girls in our home now. But we wouldn't trade her for anything!