July 11, 2025

Our Little Miracle

On June 11, 2025, my life changed forever. That morning, my daughter’s water broke far too early at just 31 weeks pregnant. Fear and worry set in immediately. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. She went straight to the hospital, surrounded by uncertainty, with every minute feeling heavier than the last.

As the doctors monitored the baby, they saw her tiny heart racing. The decision was made. It was time for an emergency C-section. My granddaughter was ready to be here, ready to meet the world, even if she was nine weeks early.

At 11:59 p.m. that night, she arrived. Weighing 3.9 pounds, she was small but mighty. For her gestational age, her health was remarkably strong. Still, she needed help, and that meant the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, the NICU. It would be her first home.

Those three and a half weeks were filled with beeping monitors, tiny tubes, and gentle hands caring for her around the clock. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her, so small yet so full of life. She was a fighter from the start.

Then, on July 4, 2025, she was finally ready to come home. She weighed just over 4 pounds, big enough to fit safely in her car seat and strong enough to leave the NICU behind. That day felt like fireworks in more ways than one.

Now, every morning, I get a picture of her sweet face to start my day. She’s beautiful, strong, and growing. Every smile, every tiny stretch feels like a gift. I never thought becoming a Mimi would make me feel this alive, but this little girl has stolen my heart and given me a whole new reason to look forward to tomorrow. She’s my granddaughter, my miracle, and my reminder that sometimes the smallest souls carry the most strength.