Dear Julia,
I am always amazed at the difference that one year can make. I frequently stop and ask myself, “Where was I one year from today?”
I’ve done that a lot this past year as I’ve hit a lot of milestones. It’s been one year since my appointments to the fertility doctor. It’s been one year since my positive pregnancy test – we were so excited. It’s been one year since I went shopping for maternity clothes. It’s been one year since I first felt you kicking. It’s been one year since the ultrasound and the day we got your diagnosis of congenital hydrocephalus. And now, dear Julia, it has been one year since you were born. One year ago today- I was having a C-section and you were taking your first breath.
Many of those little milestones went unmentioned, but they never went unnoticed. I felt and remembered every single one of them in my heart. This is one milestone that will be neither unmentioned or unnoticed. For I want the world to know that I still think about you every day. I look at other little babies- one born a year ago this week, and one born around the time of your actual due date in July. I think about an alternate reality in which you are learning to eat solid foods, sit up by yourself, take your first steps, and say your first words just like those other babies I see. None of those things happened for us like they did for those other families. We had different kinds of milestones this year.
- There was the first Sunday I went back to church (hard enough on its own) but then also had to sit through a baby blessing. I sure was grateful that your daddy had given you a name and a blessing. I was also grateful that I was surrounded by family that day.
- There was the day in June that I had a panic attack in Target because I passed a woman with a baby in her cart and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. I ducked behind the first rack of clothes I could find to hide my sobbing from other shoppers. Too bad I had to walk past the baby department to get out of the store.
- There was the day in September that your daddy flew out of the Twin Falls Airport headed to Mississippi and then on to Baghdad, Iraq. That was a milestone because my life went into limbo and hasn’t felt “right” since. It was also a milestone because even though I had thought I was strong then, I learned I had new levels of strength I didn’t even know about.
- There was the week in December that I first held a baby that wasn’t you- and didn’t even cry. (Sweet little Anara, thank you for snuggling.)
- There was the day in March that I sat in Sacrament meeting and listened to a baby blessing and didn’t feel jealousy or anger. That was a turning point for me. It was the week that I realized that I could be happy for other people even if I wasn’t happy for myself. I think that is a sure sign of healing.
Dear Baby Julia, you are a precious darling little girl. In three days time we will be recognizing another one year milestone, but not today. Today I simply want to recognize you and your brief life with some pictures that I haven’t posted before.

Baby bump!

More baby bump!

Blogging- because that’s what I do when I’m stressed.

Getting cleaned up and getting help breathing. It’s a hard thing to do by yourself when you’re so little.

That bili light for your jaundice sure was bright. You had to wear the silliest little eye covers.

We loved to touch you. In fact, we could barely keep our hands off of you.


Grandparents- you’re the first granddaughter on both sides, you know. They were right there with all of us the whole time.

There were so many wires and tubes everywhere that holding you was challenging. Luckily we had very skilled nurses and therapists to help.

P.S. I know I’m not supposed to post things that will upset Daddy, but let’s be honest. He’s probably a little upset today anyway. Maybe some of these pictures will remind him of how happy we were one year ago today. If anything, I hope that they remind him of how much I love him. Because I do love him - very much.
And I love you baby girl. Happy 1st Birthday!
(Pictures by Sara Bliss, mostly).