Jen was following the life and videos of another Trisomy 18 baby on the internet, and then found out that the baby had died at age 4.
She was telling me that story while Zoe was lying on the bed, engaged in a comprehensive study of her hand.
It's hard to let your guard down at home, in your heart, and to you guys and start believing your daughter is different or special and might just make it. It's hard to take a breath and figure she's going to be with us. It's even harder when you know the statistics just don't agree with your relaxation.
Each day is still a gift. As our little girl gets older and more aware of her surroundings and the people in them, she becomes more intensely real. A blessing, no doubt.