An Apology To My Preemie

We will stand in awe of the joy you pour into everyone you meet; your constant grin a testament to the endurance of babies. I wish I had half of your resilience, but my happiness is tempered with guilt. So much guilt. I’m sorry. I’m sorry my body failed you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t keep you safe. Protecting my children is a most fundamental desire—but we had to keep me healthy so that I could be there to see you grow up. You were comfortable in your cozy uterine…

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