The worst day of our lives, and one year later

A year ago today, at 8:15 a.m., we walked into the doctor's office for a routine 13-week ultrasound.
A year ago today, a sense of real fear set in when the ultrasound tech gravely told us she saw something abnormal, that she needed to get the doctor.  
A year ago today, we learned a new word that would become part of our daily vocabulary. "Omphalocele."
A year ago today, we watched our tiny baby flickering on the monitor for over an hour, as we were told that he or she had a very serious, often fatal, birth defect.
A year ago today, we were informed that there was a strong chance that our baby would have multiple accompanying serious defects, and that omphalocele was highly correlated with syndromes that would make her "incompatible with life", if she was even born alive. 
A year ago today, we were counseled on termination.
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A year ago today, we knew we would carry, hold on to, care for, and cherish our precious baby for as long as Lord would allow us steward this gift.  Whatever that meant, whatever it took, whatever it cost.  
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This morning, at 5:30 a.m., I woke up to my smiling baby girl, cooing softly at me from her cradle.
This morning, we brought her into bed and watched her bat her perfect eyes, point her perfect toes, and touch my grateful-tears-streaked face with her perfect fingers.
This morning, our little Molly is 6 months and one week old, and is healthy and happy, and she is HERE.
This morning, and all the live-long day, I WILL PRAISE THE LORD that He is a God of Miracles, and that he granted one of those to us.

(Yes, she still has her feeding tube, but a Mama knows to get the camera when she pulls it out...)