It’s been 365 days since the worst day of my life. It’s been 365 days since the best day, too.

It’s been 365 days since I woke up in a hospital room with my baby after hearing the word “tumor” in relation to her brain the day before. It’s been 365 days since I held her tight, not knowing what to expect.

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About 9 months ago, when she was about 13 months old, Sweet E started to wear glasses. I would be lying if I said I didn’t struggle with seeing them on her at first. I’ve always thought she was a gorgeous baby and her glasses made her look completely different. It was hard; I really struggled getting used to it. But after a couple weeks, I did indeed get used to it. And you know what? She’s still gorgeous.

What I wasn’t prepared for, though, were the questions and comments we’d receive out in public. Before her glasses, we’d often get comments about how pretty she was – comments that were welcomed, of course. After her glasses, those comments became “I love her glasses!” and “Her glasses are so cute!”

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Before we agreed to try for a second baby, we thought long and hard about whether we wanted another one or not; we felt complete with just Lady A. Looking back, I can’t believe we even questioned it. Ever since she was born, there has always been something special about Sweet E. She has always had a way about her that was just soul-soothing. I describe her as the blessing I never knew I needed.

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On Monday, September 15, 2014 {6 days before my due date}, I went to my 39 week OB check-up. At that appointment, I was already 75% effaced with 4cm dilation… but no contractions. Being that this was my second pregnancy, my body must’ve just known what to do. I’m sure the evening primrose oil capsules helped, too. My doctor and I agreed that she would do a membrane sweep at that appointment {a very uncomfortable but quick procedure}. There is a 50% chance that labor will ensue within 24 hours of the sweep. She sent me home with very clear instructions… “When you go into labor tonight, make sure you tell me that you’re 4cm and 75% so I know to get my butt out of bed.” I had a membrane sweep with Lady A a couple years prior but with no luck so I wasn’t optimistic. But, I went home, made sure my bag was packed just in case {it had been packed for awhile but I added some last minute things}, and emailed my boss to let her know that I would be working from home until the baby arrived.

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