Sweet Baby Jack

It’s a bittersweet time of year here. I wake up at night convinced I am in the hospital. My scar from the c-section throbs at weird times of the day. Yesterday, I left the office very early to come home and be with Jack. It was better for me to be home, holding him, than reliving that harrowing cab ride alone.

I’m not being melodramatic. I swear. It’s dates, and times, and someone referencing their summer vacation, when I remember calling them from L&D to tell them I was on short term disability and couldn’t work… All of these things combine to shove, push, pull me back to that time. That time that I had my baby 13 weeks early.

A lot of preemie mom’s talk about the first “birthday,” the first “gotcha day” (when Jack came home from the NICU), the first “due date day.” They all mention that it kind of sucks. The whole thing, prematurity, the aftermath, the sights, sounds, smells, it all kind of sucks.

Except for this part:
chillin in CT

This part is pretty awesome.

One Reply to “Sweet Baby Jack”

  1. Sarah-
    I hear you loud and clear. Getting to that time of year for me too and I feel it strongly every day. You are a hero and so is that amazing 27 weeker of yours. Incredible-simply fantastic.

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