Happy Birthday to my oldest. When she was born we all spent a sleepless night while she was taken care of in the NICU. We were worried she wouldn't make it through the night. In the end she was just fine. When she was 3 months old we worried our darling baby was deaf. We had her checked out (she was ignoring us). In the end she was just fine. I worried to the point of sick when we moved her to Australia and then at 4 years and 2 days we put her in Kindergarten she was so small she didn't fit in the uniform. By then end of that year she was the top of the class. In the end she was just fine. Now she is 8 and I worry about her making friends and calming down and fighting with her sister. I hope that in 10 years I can look back at 8 and say "In the end she was just fine".
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