So the last time Noah had a 2 at the start of his weight measurement was back in January of 2010 while he sat in an isolette in the NICU of Sharp Mary Birch Hospital. I still can't believe the set of circumstances that brought us to the point where I had given birth to a 2lb 8.4oz baby boy. I still don't think the magnitude of everything registered to me in my just-came-out-of-a-coma haze when they told me that Noah was okay, that I was okay. I do, however, remember how I felt the first time I held all 2 pounds of him in my arms that had to be propped up by numerous pillows because of my atrophied body and subsequent weakness. Hearing his tiny little cry, seeing his tiny little hands and feet, looking into those big eyes and knowing what complete and perfect love was. And today when the scale read out something with a 2 in front, I was reminded of that love and how Noah continually shows me what a strong and determined soul he is. This journey, this path, that we walk on everyday can be so challenging. But it's moments like this that make it all worth it. I am so proud of my little boy. He inspires me and reminds me of how blessed we are, everyday, and that is a gift that cannot be quantified. I thank God everyday and pray for the ability, patience and promise to be the best mother I can be, now and always. I love you Noah Matthew.
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