Taking the Preemie World by Storm

They were gorgeous.

JacobyisHereGabe is HereCheeks spent two weeks in NICU. Chops spent almost 5 weeks in NICU.

Those were the longest minutes. days. hours. weeks. of my life. NO ONE could have explained to me the emotions, the rollercoaster of preemie mom life. Both babies there, being checked out, going home with n.o. o.n.e. was painful. Going home with one, leaving one behind, was painful. Thinking today is the the day! and having an episode to set you back three days…is painful.

And they are preemies. Everyone guesses them to be at least two months younger than they are. They barely walked until 14 months old. They are not really talking yet.

They get sick. All. The. Time.

But I don’t give a shit. Because they are here. And they are mine. And they are miracles.

And, did I mention they came two months early, just so they could be born on MY BIRTHDAY!

Brats. Gotta love’em. God gave me the best present on the day he gave me life.  The chance to give another (two) human being(s) life. I’ll probably NOT be able to top that gift, so I won’t ask anyone (ERIC) to try. *LMAO*

This poem got me through some tough times. Hope you like it.

How Preemie Moms Are Chosen
(Adapted from Erma Bombeck)

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation.

As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.

“Beth Armstrong, son. Patron Saint, Matthew.

Marjorie Forrest, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia.

Carrie Rutledge, twins. Patron Saint … give her Gerard. He’s used to profanity.”

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. “Give her a preemie.”

The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.”

“Exactly,” smiles God. “Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel.”

“But does she have the patience?” asks the angel.

“I don’t want her to have too much patience, or she’ll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she’ll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I’m going to give her has a world of its own. She has to make it live in her world, and that’s not going to be easy.”

“But Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you.”

God smiles. “No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness.”

The angel gasps, “Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?”

God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says ‘mama’ for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see – ignorance, cruelty, prejudice – and allow her to rise above them.
She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”

“And what about her Patron Saint?” asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.

God smiles. “A mirror will suffice.”


~ by The Mommy Tsunami on May 9, 2009.

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