Yesterday Zoe had a follow-up eye appointment. Because of her prematurity, there was concerns about her vision. I have concerns about her vision too. Not because I don't think she can see, but because I fear she's inherited my vision and it's bad. Very bad.
We sat in a doctor's office yesterday afternoon and they peppered me with questions about her possible cerebral palsy, vision concerns, hearing concerns, her growth and every other topic that surrounded her prematurity. As I sat there with my 3-year old my lap I realized just how far we've come in the last two years.
Zoe is absolutely equal with her peers. She's the same size, she has the same likes/dislikes for a pre-schooler and her vocabulary is fantastic. She doesn't have cerebral palsy. She doesn't have hearing problems. She doesn't have weak lungs. She doesn't need glasses. She absolutely normal. It was as though her due date was January 26th and not April 6th.
I know that God has truly held her in His hands since the moment she was conceived.
How truly blessed are we. Not because of the great outcome, but because she's alive. Because she was even conceived. Because we get to spend all our free minutes with her.
I didn't need a doctor to remind me of that. Or to tell me her vision is great.
She can spot an ice cream shop from miles away.
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