My dear baby girl was born at 28 weeks, weighing 800 grams. Instead of being the best day of my life, it was the scariest. I never expected the miracle that I witnessed. My teeny baby thrived and grew stronger every day, right in front of my helpless eyes. Today, my one pound wonder is almost 5. She is the tallest kid in her preschool class. And not a day goes by that I am not amazed by her strength, her courage and her determination. Some times, I just find myself staring at her, in total awe and disbelief. I feel blessed to be her mommy and thankful for my sweet miracle.