I am not saying this to remind anyone, but my birthday is tomorrow (2/4). I have always been someone who loved celebrating their birthday, one year I think I made Mike celebrate it for the whole week. When we were pregnant with Lila I kept hoping we could share the same birthday. This year it isn't really relevant to me that much and I really don't want to make a big thing of it at all. Lila's birthday is the only one that matters.
Yet last year I had the best birthday of my life. It was the day we got the "good news" that Lila was doing well and she seemed to be making a positive turn. She had her first bath and we got to hold her for the first time. It was the first time since she was born that we began to feel somewhat hopeful about her situation. Two days later it all came crashing down again, but for that day, my birthday, everything was good. Mike and Lila sang happy birthday to me together for the first and last time, and that was everything.
Here are some pictures from that day.