Miracle

I haven't told you the whole story about Aurora. Now I know that every nanny thinks their child is special, but in this case, it's really true.

Aurora was born at 27 weeks, and weighed 1 lb., 13 oz. at birth. She spent 4 months in the NICU and went home when she was a whopping 8 lbs. She was fed through a feeding tube till she was 3 years old. At 4, she's only been eating solid foods for a little over a year.

Aurora is a miracle child. She survived, against all odds, and has not just survived, but has thrived. She has no delays, plenty of spunk, and is smart as a whip. And she's deep, very deep. She's incredibly insightful, aware, organized, and sensitive. Sounds like I'm talking about a therapist, but no, I'm talking about a 4-year-old child. She's been through stuff most of us can't even dream of, so if she gets a little sassy every once in awhile, I'll take it.

She's a little sprite, and could stand to gain a few pounds; that's the only thing we're really working on. Mom and Dad have success. Nanny? Not so much.

Aurora reminds me a lot of myself. I was also premature; I spent time in an incubator. I'm little too, though I might gain a few pounds trying to get Aurora to do the same. We have similar dispositions; a little sassy, a little sensitive. Sometimes it's weird to be around Aurora and feel like I'm living my life over again. If I did have it to do over, I'd sure like to have Aurora's life, surrounded by love, support, and all the chocolate chip cookies I could ask for.