Dear Noelle!

Well kiddo, it’s my first night home from the hospital, without you kicking around inside my belly. As much discomfort as I was in, we all know why now…10 pounds 12 ounces! And you’re not pudgy one bit!

I will admit I was so nervous to come see you when we were healing from our separation in the hospital. But everyone talked of how beautiful you were, so naturally, I had to come see you.

Unfortunately, your poor mom is on bed rest so she couldn’t come back to the hospital to be there too, but you’re dad was there to hold my hand into the nursery where you lay. It’s funny Noelle, you’d think I was the baby here!

We walked in on your hearing test, and I had to laugh when the nurse performed the test on you because she put on little headphones and a sock hat so low it covered your eye lids. You’re Aunt Sabrina and I both thought you looked like a “G.” You’re dad will explain that one whne you are a little older.

Despite how much pain I was feeling every time I sat down, I just wanted to watch you burp, lift your head and poop all over your dad. I didn’t move for over an hour watching your dad talk to you, love you and express out loud all of his hopes and dreams for you! It was the very moment I saw your dad hold you in his arms and kiss your head ever so gently that I knew my decision had saved your life! The next day when your mom came back to the hospital to spend time with you, she sat quietly next to me in the room with you nestled ever so close to her heart. My decision, Noelle, was once again confirmed!

I think, Noelle, that the best part of the whole weekend of your birth was watching how happy you made everybody I’ll admit, selfishly, that I did that for them, and for you. And it felt so good to be a part of such a wonderful time in your family’s life. I love your mom and dad very much, and I chose them because; well, I couldn’t think of two people who might POSSIBLY be able to love you more than me. Oh, Noelle, they do love you very much!

We watched the Olympics all weekend long on t.v. You were so strong when you were born; your whole family, even me, chattered of what an athlete you would become; volleyball player I think specifically. (Ask your Grandma Pizzo about volleyball players.)

As you and I get to know each other over the years, I’m sure my hopes for you will change. But as of this weekend, all I wish for you in your life is happiness, the strength to find it when you are troubled, and the courage to have no regrets!

I will cherish you always,
Maggi

By the way, everyone wasn’t lying when they said how truly beautiful you are!