Once Meg arrived, things went a lot more smoothly. Don't you just love our duckies?
The best part of the event was getting to talk to moms (and dads) who were so proud of their amazing miracles!
These are parents who were dealt a heavy hand. Babies born at 23 and 24 and 28 and 31 weeks along who spent weeks or months in the hospital before ever breathing fresh air, but they did. It just took some time. Maybe now they wear glasses or don't talk much yet or maybe they have a long road ahead with CP or some other challenge, but they came home.
Not every preemie does. Not every baby does.
Later that night, after P.'s story and second story and her song, she called out from behind her bedroom door for this and that toy. None of which we could find, and she ought to have long since been asleep anyway. Then she called out and when I asked what could possibly be the matter now, she said "I was just wondering if someone wanted to cuddle with me." And yes, I did, even though it was after 9 p.m., because life is precious and the privileges that come with being a mom are some of the best gifts I've ever received.
Happy Mother's Day. Make it a special one.