I don’t know where to start. I have so much to say in my mind, but mind to fingers to screen, something is getting lost. How do you describe the struggle of a preemie and her family? The ebb and flow of hope and fear that happens in a split second.
This is my tiny cousin Madison. She was born at 28 weeks and she is 2.6lbs. She has a long struggle ahead of her, but she is strong. I have never seen a baby so small, but I know that she will get bigger.
I love babies, but they don’t love me back. Maybe it is my cold hands or big flash, but I really have trouble getting them to sleep. This handsome little boy is the son of a dear friend of mine. He slept soundly while mom and I caught up which in reality is when I should have been snapping instead of chatting. He then refused to shut his eyes again till I left.
Don’t let him fool you, he is not really asleep.
This is the beautiful little girl whose birth I missed by 10 minutes.
I used to have this amazing ability to get a baby to sleep. I have lost that. And nothing makes you more acutely aware of that then a naked newborn baby. It took mom a few minutes to get her into a good sleep, but once she was a sleep she was out for the rest of the time.
