I have always had a hard time depicting just how small Virginia was, but lately I have had a hard time remembering it myself. "Impossibly small" is what comes to mind. Much of this post is just a reminder for me. A reminder of how far she has come. A reminder that so much is possible. A reminder that every ounce of heartbreak and worry is rewarded ten fold in our joyful little girl.
I didn't have the foresight to put anything next to her for scale in those early days. I remember being utterly shocked by her size but even more amazed that she was so tiny, but so perfect. Every detail was there - just so tiny.
Her blood pressure cuff was smaller than a standard size bandaid.
The first time I held Virginia her head nestled between my breasts and he feet touched just above my belly button.
Her diaper was smaller than a playing card.
At 2 months old she fit in her tiny stocking.
At 2 months old they swaddled our "warm baby" in a pillow case folded in half
10 weeks old being held "like a baby" for the first time.