I can't travel anywhere in Fort Worth without passing this hospital. It holds so many memories that my mind unintentionally goes back to those days 2.5 years ago when I was pregnant with Caroline. This is where we were told there was something wrong, but also where God placed the most perfect perinatologist into our lives. I am so thankful for that doctor that refused to focus on the statistics and instead focused on doing what we needed to get Caroline to us safely.
As I drove past this hospital today on my way to a playdate with my girls, I was grateful to God for the spirited little girl that sits in the back of my car. I would go through all those hard appointments again to have the little girl I have now.
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