I rarely do personal posts here, but I felt on this subject I had to. There is such a story behind this dress…. I’ll try and be brief.
This dress was bought by my mother for my niece (her first grandchild) 12 years ago. I loved it at first sight. Watching my adorable niece (who will be turning 12 in a few months) in that dress just made me fell in love with it all the more…. It might have been passed down to my other niece (8), I’m not sure. All I know is I grabbed it when they no longer had a need for it. I put it in my closet. I think it was before I even had my son. I loved it that much.
Fast forward almost 8 years… Lucas arrives. My precious bundle of joy. My beautiful son. But of course, this dress wasn’t for him. I closeted it again….
Fast forward 4 years… We started to try and have another baby. As most of you know, this was quite a struggle filled with heartache and loss. 7 miscarriages, broken hearts, babies in heaven…. I sought medical treatment and did quite a few painful procedures…. Still no luck. During that time, I saw the dress hanging in the closet. There were a few times I thought this was never going to happen, maybe I just should get rid of it. But I didn’t…. I cried… I held it… But I kept it.
Finally, the good Lord blessed us with a viable pregnancy in 2012! Such a miracle. I just knew it was going to be a boy, but I still kept the dress. My husband has 4 uncles, they all had boys. His dad? 2 boys. There are no girls in the family.. So the odds were, this beautiful baby was going to be a boy, so no need for the dress. But I still kept it.
WRONG! We found out it was a girl! A Girl! A beautiful miracle twice over! The fact that I was pregnant and the fact it was a girl!!!! Yes! Yes! I can keep the dress!
Fast forward 7 months. There were a few early pregnancy tests that alluded there could be complications… And they were right. I was hospitalized around 31 weeks for high blood pressure. Extremely high blood pressure. I was on the road to eclampsia… My beautiful little girl, all healthy and perfect inside me and my body was giving out…. Thanks to the wonderful team of doctors and Jesus, she was ok…. As my blood pressure kept climbing, it was eminent that we would be meeting our precious daughter earlier than expected. And so it was. She was born at 33 weeks and 6 days…. She stayed in the NICU for 16 days and I stayed in the hospital another week until they found the right cocktail of meds to control my blood pressure….
Fast forward 6 months. We are here. Healthy. Happy. And blessed. And this dress finally has its place on MY daughter!