I treasure every moment with my child.
Yes. Every moment. The ones that make me laugh. The ones that make me cry. Even the ones that make me want to pull out my hair, and there are plenty of those with a pre-toddler who loves to get into the trash can and slam dishes on the tile floor.
I treasure them because I know that, even if it was a day filled with screaming, or plate slamming, or tears, there will still be tomorrow. I will wake up, and I will have everything I hoped, wished, and dreamed for. I will wake up and be a mother - a role I once thought I would never hold. I will wake up and my daughter will be healthy and happy - something that once seemed impossible on those days in the NICU, when doctors and nurses warned us about development delays and disabilities.
Some parenting days are incredibly hard. But I've said this before, and it's worth repeating: every difficult day I experience as a parent is a million times easier than the days I experienced while waiting to become one.