Remy Promise.

Literally the night before we had her, we were laying in bed and I said–“I hope my water doesn’t break at home.” The next morning, I rolled out of bed, 4 weeks early at 7:30am and my water broke.
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She was delivered at 9:45pm as squishy as could be with a full head of black hair.
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It’s all a blur after that. She was taken to the NICU. At 7lbs10oz she was a monster baby compared to her roommates.
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They suspected spinal meningitis and prepared us that our child was “a very sick baby”. She hadn’t even reached 24 hours of life and had received xrays and IVs and a spinal tap. (And most assuredly more, but who wants to remember?)
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I just wailed to God in my hospital room, held by hubby, so scared that we would lose her. I remembered scripture about the Holy Spirit interceding if we didn’t have the words and I hoped that was the case. Because there were only sobs. It is the darkest moment of my life.
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Despite their every effort to find something “wrong” with her, countless tests and false positives, they never did diagnose her.
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Around the two week mark, I lost my mind in a room full of doctors and nurses pleading to bring my daughter home. I can still remember the doctor’s rude warning to me that she would release her but that there was something wrong with her they hadn’t found yet.
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3 years in those words still haunt me. We are constantly caving into more tests and evaluations recommended by doctors.
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Her entire life has been an onslaught of test after test. No one has diagnosed her with anything yet, so I’ll offer mine: She is the strongest person I’ve ever met. She is perfect. She is gorgeous and funny and laid back. I don’t think it gets sweeter than my Remy Promise. She would eat french fries at every meal if I let her. Her hobbies are making gigantic messes and bumping her head. Not a day goes by that I don’t squeeze her tight while praying thanks for her life and health.
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Rem, you are everything I never knew I needed. You melt me into a sappy puddle. I am so lucky God picked me to be your Mommy. Happy 3, baby girl.

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