I invite you to read the entry where it all began with the crocs here.<\/a> Since Noah’s passing they have become synonymous with his presence. A wonderful thing for me and a source of strength and faith. I feel so blessed to have my One Shoe Diaries, because without it, I would not have had those Crocs. Although I believe he would have found another way to get through to me, he is quite the manipulator.<\/p>\nWow! I was overwhelmed and could not wait to go out the next day and photograph the shoe myself. Thank you so much Tami and Annie Marie for being in tune to me as a friend and sharing in my passion for lost soles. Tami has been a great friend for some time now and someone who I have utmost respect for, a true class act. And Annie Marie we have known for a few years now, but has endeared herself to us with her sweet personality. She will always be a friend to us.<\/p>\n
That night when we checked into the recovery room, the nurse that checked us in, was also part of that night with Noah. She remembered us vividly she said. That she could not get the tragedy of Noah out of her head last year and still sticks with her today. That it hit her really hard. She was the nurse who had to handle his little body. She was there when Angela, the photographer from NILMDTS, took those beautiful images of Noah. When she saw Nora she told us that it immediately reminded her of Noah, that she could be his twin. She was really sweet in the words she said to us about Noah. It made us cry. It seemed little Noah touched so many lives that day and left indelible impressions on them. So many people with always know the story of Noah and Nora, our little rock star-like celebrities.<\/p>\n
When Dr. Maher came back to examine Sharon the next day, he was delighted to see her and Nora doing so well. I had saw him examining the placenta pretty thoroughly and showing it to our midwife friend Vicky after the delivery. I asked him if he saw something wrong, as it was the placenta last time that was Noah’s demise. He explained that it had not formed properly and caused the cord to be weak and fragile like Noah’s was last time. He said it was a good thing we got her out, that it was really fortunate we did not have a cord issue again. It made my heart sink to think we could have lost Nora. It made us feel so much better about the decision to induce her early. He then joked to us about seeing us again in a year. But there is no way! We are too old for this crap *LOL*<\/p>\n
Nora and mommy were both released from the hospital quicker than we thought. Sharon was doing incredible. She was not sore at all. She walked out of the hospital. And although being swallowed up by it, little Nora rode in her car seat like a big girl, no crying at all. We left the hospital this time overjoyed. We had gotten this one into the boat as I like to say. And lord I hope we live happily ever after! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Okay, so there we were in the delivery room, I had just cut the cord. They then placed her on Sharon’s chest and we both cried again, all three as a family at last. The moment was perfect. But as with all moment they are fleeting, but the memory of a great one gets burned […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,64],"tags":[84,77,136,89,83,88,153,72,70,78,79,71,68],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1668"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1668"}],"version-history":[{"count":40,"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1668\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1683,"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1668\/revisions\/1683"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1668"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1668"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oneshoediaries.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1668"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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<\/a>Okay, so there we were in the delivery room, I had just cut the cord. They then placed her on Sharon’s chest and we both cried again, all three as a family at last. The moment was perfect. But as with all moment they are fleeting, but the memory of a great one gets burned into your mind forever.<\/p>\n