A Letter To Our Girl On Her First Birthday My Sweet Addison Jane, The moment that I would finally get to meet you was all planned out months before your arrival. I dreamt of the excitement I would feel when my water broke two weeks early, how it would feel to labor in love naturally, as God had intended, feeling every contraction, focusing through the pain, and finally being rewarded with your perfect skin resting on my chest.
Your dad would be right by my side and we would share this sweet moment, knowing that we had created you, our perfect little girl. Well, dear daughter of mine, God had other plans in mind. That Friday in February we went to our weekly appointment. As we had expected, the doctor decided to schedule me to be induced on Tuesday, if you didn't decide to come on your own before then. As a precaution she decided to take one last look at you on the ultrasound before sending us home for the weekend. To the untrained eye everything looked good, but she wasn’t happy with not being able to find indications of your little lungs practicing breathing. Since you were already over due she needed to make sure that you were still getting enough oxygen, so she sent us to the birthing center to monitor you more closely.
With the deepest love,