We had an appointment this morning and were so excited to see how much baby Nola had changed from our previous appointment. Last time we weren't able to get a good picture of her face because her hand was in the way, so our doctor gave us a nice shot of her bottom. Dell wasn't amused. So, I had been talking to Nola and asking her to show her face at the next appointment. We just love seeing her. So, she did. I can't get the pdf to upload here, but trust me when I say she's adorable. She's weighing about 4lbs 4oz, which is apparently right on average for her age. It was a great appointment and we're going back again in two weeks. I can't believe how close it is.
However, on the way in to see the doctor, I saw something that I have not forgotten about. As we pulled into the parking lot, we saw a woman crying hysterically and the husband comforting her. I don't know her story, but I know her pain. It quickly reminded me that not everyone is coming to that building and leaving with good news. I was her several months ago when I received the news of the cyst and thought I may never be able to have biological children on my own. I was her in Arkansas when we lost the last baby at 8 weeks. I haven't forgotten what it feels like to receive disappointing news, instead of the happy news of a growing, healthy baby. I wanted to hug her, to let her know that she's not alone in feeling sad and that it's normal to be upset. I started to cry just thinking about her heartbreak and knowing that, even if I did hug her, there's nothing I could've said to make her feel better. So, I just silently prayed that God would give her comfort and peace to help with whatever she's suffering through. And that I would never lose my sense of gratitude for my situation. I am so thankful to be where I'm at today.