The nurses told me I would one day forget how small she was, they said I would never be able to imagine again that she was that little. But I have not forgotten. I remember how tiny and delicate she was the day she was born. At 2 pounds 5 ounces she was actually big for her gestational age. The palm of her hand was the size of the tip of my pinky. Her wrist was smaller than the width of my finger. Her toes, I can't even describe how tiny they were. How could a toe even exist that small? Her ears were flapped over like an elephant because the cartilage was not strong enough to hold them open. She had beautiful little lips. Her eyes were so big and bulging like they did not fit into her head yet. I could cup her whole body in my one hand. She was the exact size of a beanie baby. Each human's heart is roughly the size of their first, that meant her heart was about the size of a cheerio. But it was beating, and she was strong.
She flailed those little arms around like she was trying to win a wrestling match. The nurses would try to fold her legs up for good posture but she would stretch them out as long as she could as if to show the world how big she really was. She would grip my finger tightly telling me that she would fight. She was amazing, a true miracle from God. It was so humbling to watch her breath and truly know that every breath she was able to take was a gift. The nurses told me I would one day forget how small she was, but I will never forget. I will always remember the living miracle that is my daughter. I will always remember the day God showed me how precious life is.
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