So what happened?!!

I hear you say?!! How can I be groaning about "our lost file" then be flashing a photo of our gorgeous daughter?!!! (which, by the way, if you haven't seen... you need to scroll down).


WELLLL....
I'll start with Sunday. On Sunday, my parents arrived from interstate to stay with us for 3 weeks. One their way down, they had a call from the nursing home, Grandma was very ill and in alot of pain, they wanted to take her to hospital. She's got a septic infection, but they don't know where its coming from. Its not expected that she'll last the night, but she does. My Grandma is the strongest woman in the world!


Monday morning we got an email, from a batch member, that had contacted our agency, asking for news, as they were going on holidays on Tuesday. They were told "No files".

I went to a Christmas lunch, with some family, for a work do. My brother, came to pick up the kids, to take them to the museum... my brother has NEVER had our kids before!!! My parents were home and Mr T happened to call in home, as well... he's NEVER home early!! My bro called around 430 and asked if I could pick them up from the city, which was fine, as I wasn't far away. So I picked up the kids, and as I pulled into the driveway, I could see a note, flapping on the door. I was a bit confused, as everyone's cars were there, I wasn't sure why they'd put a note on the door. The note read:
"I love you Mummy. Come and see my photo at 2pm tomorrow. Love ???"
(just typing that has made me cry again!)
I was very confused. But as I unlocked the door to walk in, all the clues fell into place. Mr T had jumped up out of chair as I came in, I blurted out "DID THEY RING?!!" (and think I was crying before I'd finished the sentence!) He yelled "YES!!!" I just clung to my darling husband and wept like a baby!!! Oh.my.goodness. The floodgates of utter relief were opened.

Mr T, being the man that his is, did not ask any questions about the baby... just wrote down the time. You know what? I didn't care... our file was not lost!!!!

I woke up at about 330am on 23 Dec. I lay there wide awake, thinking, for about an hour and finally got up at about 430am. I had a chiro appt in the morning. Went home, made lunch for my folks and kids, and we watched a DVD. At about 110pm, we get a phone call. Grandma has passed away. I needed to go, as I had to pick up Mr T from work before going into the City. I can't stop thinking about Grandma. We arrive for our 2pm appt. We see another couple from our batch, they'd just had their interview. Hugs all round. In our interview, the first thing our (male) co-cordinator says is "So, how's your day". Mr T, looks at me and says "We just found out L's Grandma has passed away". Poor guy. He didn't know what to do!!! "OK, this is what your here for" - and he slaps our daughter on the table! I was just mesmerised! I didn't cry!!! I tried to explain it to Mr T, later - but it was like I know her, or I've seen her before. The weirdest feeling!!! So we finished our interview, we went home... and the rest is history!

Pre-baby, there were a couple of things, I thought would be nice.
1. That our baby had hair
2. That we had a young baby
You know what... when you see your baby. Nothing matters. Because your baby is hand picked just for you. I can't tell you enough, just how perfect she is.


As the saying goes "As one life ends, another begins"... truer words have never been spoken.
Rest in Peace, Grandma. Your newest Great-Granddaughter is perfect.