Wow. I just got off the phone with a terrified mother who is in the hospital pregnant with the second of her twins after delivering the first last week at 24 weeks, 1 day. It brought back so many emotions - I remember being there. I remember not wanting to connect with the baby in the NICU for fear my heart would soon be broken if he didn't come home.
Whew. Rough call - I had no idea what to say. I wanted to ask her if she had named him yet. I wanted to tell her that she needed to be attached and spend some time and take that risk - because if he doesn't come home, she will never forgive herself that she won't have the opportunity to do it in the future. But I wouldn't have been ready to hear that a week after giving birth to Chomps.
Mr. was such a rock-star. He loved that boy and cheered him on and it was all but miraculous how calm Chompy was when he was around. I sometimes feel guilty that Mr. basically had to go through that alone because I was so unavailable obsessing on how I can take care of the two boys inside since that was all I had control over.
How I wish I would have had my Faith then. Big F Faith. Not "I was raised in the church and went through the motions until I was old enough to rebel" faith. But the "I know God will be with me no matter with happens" Faith. How much more comforted I would have been. I pray she has that.
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