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...