Have you ever faced a situation that was “iffy” at best? And, you maybe had to keep putting one foot in front of the other when you absolutely questioned whether you could even take a single step?
My friend Karen has. She wrote this amazing story about when her son was born and I wanted to share it with you. I know lots of mommas that have had babies in NICU and at times the outcomes have been bittersweet.
Thank you, Karen for sharing your experience. By doing so, you have given a voice to others on similar journeys.
Update: I wrote the following a year ago after a friend suffered a horrible loss. It sat in Drafts, unpublished, until today. Sweet baby girl would have been a year old.
The baby passed away Saturday. It is Monday, two days later. It is easier to write the facts because the feelings get tangled somewhere between my heart, my brain, and my mouth. They ooze into place, they swell and won’t budge. It hurts. Pressure builds. My lip begins to quiver. My chin shakes. My throat feels oddly swollen. My eyes fill and I can’t see.
I try to speak but nothing comes out. I remember her picture, her beautiful face. The tears spill over.
The baby died Saturday. I am taken aback….
September 1988–one month pre-birth
“You’re due on about the 19th, but we can schedule it for the 12th. The doctor will be out of town on…
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