I’m sorry my body failed you. 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.
Tag: premature baby
We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.
Somewhere, at some point, a woman sat connected to a pump and had gotten more than her baby could eat. Her lactation donation helped my preemie.
It really did happen. I have to remind myself sometimes that it was not just…