Dear fellow preemie mom, I see you. I see you at the eye doctor with your preemie twins. I see everyone in awe of your babies and saying how cute they are and your forced smile praying that they don’t try to touch your babies. The germs are too much for them and so many people don’t understand that. I see everyone asking you how old they are. That one simple question doesn’t just have a simple answer because once you say their actual age, people comment how small they are, and then you feel the need to explain their adjusted age and how they were born so early. I see how you’re just trying to get through it so you can go home. What they don’t see, but I can see, is how mentally drained you are. I can see in your eyes how broke down you are from this appointment, but they don’t. They don’t because they haven’t been there. I wanted to run up to you and hug you and tell you that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that I’ve been there, but I didn’t want to stal...
“The reality is people mess up, don’t let one mistake ruin a beautiful thing.” Back in December was the worst place our marriage had been in. We just weren’t what we had been before. The tension was insane and I don’t think either of us really knew why. He felt like we were both mutually giving up, which is why he decided he wanted to separate, and I felt like the hope I was holding onto was slowly but surely disappearing. Eventually the tension became too much and I couldn’t help but to ask for answers and the answers were worse than I ever anticipated. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way it felt, how much I sobbed in that one single day, or the look in his eyes when he said it. And the more we discussed everything the more it made sense, or so we thought. Our marriage had been through a lot before this past year. Big moves, long distance/a deployment, college; but we had made it. Even that couldn’t prepare us for what was to come though. Trying to get pregnant with B...