Two years ago, this was my last day of work until I went inpatient in the hospital hoping to begin the journey of bringing 2 babies home with me. I remember I had just had my steroid shots and I was flying high. I did too much and had to lay down. It was a good thing it was my last day of work. I don't know how much longer I would have handled work.
I remember having all these plans of how I would spend my days in the hospital. I planned on watching the season of BIG Brother. I have to admit I am a reality TV fan and this was a show I could get into and it was on several times a week so I could look forward to it. I planned on learning to make a scarf. I had tons of books and magazines to read. I felt like I would finally get some peace during this pregnancy knowing that the boys could be delivered if a problem arose. I never dreamed their would be a problem. I had every intention on carrying them to at least 32 weeks.
Even though 2 years have passed, I still can bring up every emotion I ever had that year. It was pure hell and yet I would do it all over for the reward was amazing.
These next few months will be full of reflection and gratitude.
Please bless all the momo twins who were born early, all the momo twins still in their mommies bellies and all the babies in the NICU. Amen