The Rebirth

 March 11, 1998.  A seemingly unhealthy feeling of excitement and fear are in my heart.  I have never been that nervous.  That day could not come fast enough, yet I did not want to face it.  Sure, pain was going to occur, but what I was most afraid of was how I was going to raise this little beauty on my own.  Her father was uninterested-I was to be her everything.  After 4 hours of labor she was finally in my arms.  She cried and tears quietly fell from my eyes.  Although family and nurses were around, in that moment it was just the 2 of us, nothing and no one else mattered.  That night, after all the visitors left and it was just we, I was filled with hope, love and thankfulness. Suffocated by emotions, I could not cry or smile.  All I could do was bask in the blessing of motherhood.

Fast forward to July 21, 2012.  As I waited in the airport I was once again excited and fearful.  It's been a very long 3 weeks without her.  Fear began to set in.  What's taking so long for her to surface?  I had not been that nervous since the day she was born. 

Every time I saw someone in a yellow shirt, butterflies would appear...only to immediately disappear.  30 minutes passed, 45 minutes passed and still no Naysia.  One 'Yellow Shirt' from their group came out!  She must be right behind.  But she wasn't.  I rocked back and forth, checked the time repeatedly, read the screen over and over again.  Where is my girl?!!

And then she turned the corner.  She walked alongside one of the teachers, yellow shirt donned, hat on, and all luggage in tow.  We locked eyes and I waved furiously.  She calmly made her way around the metal bars.  I fished through the crowd. We hugged...and cried. In that moment it was just the 2 of us, nothing and no one else mattered, it was just me and my girl.  Once again I was filled with hope, love and thankfulness. It felt so good to have my baby in my arms!