Today is April 19.
One year ago, I was five days away from giving birth to Benjamin.
One year ago, I was expecting a typical child with no developmental delays, heart defects, or Down syndrome.
One year ago, I was a lot more self-centered.
One year ago, I didn’t think it would ever happen to me.
One year ago, I didn't truly know what it was like to cry until it hurt.
One year ago, the word "bittersweet" never quite hit home as much as it does now.
One year ago, I was a lot more judgmental of people in general.
One year ago, I thought I already understood how hard motherhood could be.
One year ago, I had never had the thought that I might outlive one of my children.
One year ago, I didn’t know what these meant: OHS, VSD, ASD, PDA, duodenal webbing, hypospadias, etc.
One year ago, the thought of the future wasn't filled with so many questions.
One year ago, I didn't quite know how much our friends and family could shower us with love in the form of meals, cards, gifts, prayers, hugs, tears, and time.
One year ago, I had only had to go to one doctor (instead of eight) for my child.
One year ago, I never imagined one of my children would have had open-heart surgery at just five months old.
One year ago, I hadn't met so many wonderful people whose children also have an extra chromosome. I never knew that we share a bond that others will never know or understand.
One year ago, I had never truly had to lean on God for survival.
One year ago, I never knew that my heart could be filled with so much love.