Post by tiffbot on Nov 17, 2015 16:21:48 GMT -5
Yess I was going to start a thread for this today and logged on to do so and you just beat me!!! I was thinking of all the preemies mommas here today!
This is the first time I got to hold DS. He was born at 33w3d
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And this is him and H skating for the first time yesterday at a little less than 2.5 years old!
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]And I'm sure a few of you have figured out I'm the sentimental type...if you don't mind I thought I'd share a post I made today in honour of the day:
Experiencing a premature labour means a lot of scary and amazing things to me.
It means I've heard a nurse say through my last pushes, 'if baby is breathing on their own we'll let you see it's face before we take them away'.
It means I had to emotionally connect with him other ways after not being able to hold or breastfeed him after he was born. I learned that it's ok that this took time.
It means I was very humbled seeing so many other babies and parents in the hospital going through much more difficult struggles and accomplishments.
It means I've stood in a hospital hugging and crying to a nurse I barely knew, because we were about to start our new life at home.
It means we'll always have an immediate bond with other NICU parents.
It means the smell of hand sanitizer will always give me a tinge of anxiety.
It means when he made milestones that we were told not to expect right away, my heart filled to a level I can't explain.
It means every time I find out a friend is pregnant, I say a little prayer that their medical team is as amazing as ours was, no matter the health of the baby and mom.
It means when I was pregnant again, I worried every day I was going to go into labour.
It means I do not define him by his prematurity, but my life was forever changed in a way I didn't imagine it happening, and I am forever thankful for everything that happened and everyone who was there from that day and the following weeks.
And I am mostly grateful I've gotten to watch a healthy little boy own his place in the world.
This is the first time I got to hold DS. He was born at 33w3d
Poof
]
And this is him and H skating for the first time yesterday at a little less than 2.5 years old!
Poof]
]And I'm sure a few of you have figured out I'm the sentimental type...if you don't mind I thought I'd share a post I made today in honour of the day:
Experiencing a premature labour means a lot of scary and amazing things to me.
It means I've heard a nurse say through my last pushes, 'if baby is breathing on their own we'll let you see it's face before we take them away'.
It means I had to emotionally connect with him other ways after not being able to hold or breastfeed him after he was born. I learned that it's ok that this took time.
It means I was very humbled seeing so many other babies and parents in the hospital going through much more difficult struggles and accomplishments.
It means I've stood in a hospital hugging and crying to a nurse I barely knew, because we were about to start our new life at home.
It means we'll always have an immediate bond with other NICU parents.
It means the smell of hand sanitizer will always give me a tinge of anxiety.
It means when he made milestones that we were told not to expect right away, my heart filled to a level I can't explain.
It means every time I find out a friend is pregnant, I say a little prayer that their medical team is as amazing as ours was, no matter the health of the baby and mom.
It means when I was pregnant again, I worried every day I was going to go into labour.
It means I do not define him by his prematurity, but my life was forever changed in a way I didn't imagine it happening, and I am forever thankful for everything that happened and everyone who was there from that day and the following weeks.
And I am mostly grateful I've gotten to watch a healthy little boy own his place in the world.
