Week 2

This whole experience has been mind blowing to the extreme. We weren't supposed to have our first child until the beginning of September. I had had daydreams of sitting in front of a fan all summer while eating frozen yogurt already. It was going to be a rough summer, but it was going to be well worth it. Then, the unexpected happened. Quite literally. We didn't even consider the possibility of having a premature baby, especially with 16 weeks left in the pregnancy to go. It was a good thing Grayson was born though, because if I did nothing about those pains, not realizing what they were at first, we would have lost him. Although, looking back, seeing that those pains got worse and worse, we, of course, would have gone to the hospital...but still. 
The doctors weren't sure Grayson was going to make it out of the first two days of his life. And now, here we are in his 17th day. He is quite the miracle. I know we have a long way to go and this is just the beginning, but I feel like we've gone so far already. 
The first week I felt robbed of the end of my pregnancy. And I had every right to feel that way. Granted, I think I'll always feel that way. I wanted to take cute maternity pictures and I wanted to actually look pregnant. I was maybe a week away from getting that perfect round belly smaller women get a lot sooner. But, for whatever reason, that's not how it was supposed to happen for this baby. Bryce and I were meant to get Grayson this early. We were meant to have him born in May, not September. So, maybe next time we have a child, I'll get those moments that I was robbed of. Hopefully I do, because I'm not sure I'll be able to do this whole process again.