I get stares now. Just walking down the store the other day, a lady stared her down as I was carrying her outwards in the baby wrap with this look on her face like, "Hmm? I wonder what's wrong with that baby." I have seen other parents get that stare from other people if their children had some kind of, "defect" but to stand there and just take it as my daughter was being gawked at? I almost wanted to hide to protect my daughter from those kinds of stares. It felt uncomfortable. And very new. Not in a good way. I imagine I am going to have to get used to the gawking for a while. It's different when it's your own kids. It's hard for me to see anything wrong with her (or at least to want to). But there is no denying it... when I look in the mirror, I catch myself giving my own daughter that same stare. And I just catch myself and want to cry. But I don't care how deformed she might looked, or how not perfectly fine she is... she will always be beautiful to me.
"I know the plans I have for Abigail plans to prosper her and not to harm her, plans to give her hope and a furture."
I don't know what the future holds for my baby Abigail. But God does. And that is enough to make me smile on those days I just don't want to.