Friends
Don't drink the water...Thanks Dave Matthews. Guess we all should have taken your advice. I mean what is it with babies being born early recently? Is it just because everyone and their brother is having a baby, or is there really something in the water? I'm not sure, but I'm ready for it to stop and for these babies to be born healthy and full term.
In the past few months I've had two friends deliver their little ones at 28 weeks--goodness gracious, that is so early. And makes me feel thankful for every single day I got to carry my Truman. It's hard to put in to words what I feel when I hear from my friends that their babies were early. I do know that every emotion, anxious feeling and memory floods my system. It's like I can see the isolette, be distracted by the bili lights and hear the constant symphony of beeps and alarms. In a second I am standing in the NICU wondering how I got there. My heart drops into my stomach and all I want to do is hug my friends and tell them "it will be ok". I want them to know that as hard as it is everyday to see your baby struggle, that in 8 short months they'll be rewarded by a baby that tries to hug your neck, sit up and grab your phone. But in that moment, that all consuming moment, there is nothing I can do but provide support..and maybe a few good meals. :)
My Truman is now a little over 8 months and every day he amazes me. When he uses his index finger to point at something I am blown away. When he giggles because he's rolled himself from his tummy to his back, I can't help but giggle along with him. And when he opens his arms for me to pick him up, I absolutely melt. Honestly, I'm like a mommy puddle on the floor. I feel so blessed that my son is healthy and say a prayer of thanks for him everyday. I can't wait to add my friends babies to this list!
In the past few months I've had two friends deliver their little ones at 28 weeks--goodness gracious, that is so early. And makes me feel thankful for every single day I got to carry my Truman. It's hard to put in to words what I feel when I hear from my friends that their babies were early. I do know that every emotion, anxious feeling and memory floods my system. It's like I can see the isolette, be distracted by the bili lights and hear the constant symphony of beeps and alarms. In a second I am standing in the NICU wondering how I got there. My heart drops into my stomach and all I want to do is hug my friends and tell them "it will be ok". I want them to know that as hard as it is everyday to see your baby struggle, that in 8 short months they'll be rewarded by a baby that tries to hug your neck, sit up and grab your phone. But in that moment, that all consuming moment, there is nothing I can do but provide support..and maybe a few good meals. :)
My Truman is now a little over 8 months and every day he amazes me. When he uses his index finger to point at something I am blown away. When he giggles because he's rolled himself from his tummy to his back, I can't help but giggle along with him. And when he opens his arms for me to pick him up, I absolutely melt. Honestly, I'm like a mommy puddle on the floor. I feel so blessed that my son is healthy and say a prayer of thanks for him everyday. I can't wait to add my friends babies to this list!
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