I was brought to a different room and my nurse that I love so much climbed on my bed and rocked me back and forth. She stood by me in the O.R. and she knew how I could feel everything. I showed her I could wiggle my toes, we cried together.
I was able to bring my son home after 5 days in the NICU. I thought we can finally heal together, and we did. My son and I overcame so much, we have a special strength. But there will forever and always be a part of me that died that day. I will never be the person I was before.
Sometimes I “talk” to the girl I was before this. I pretend she’s cheering me on saying: “take him (our baby) to the Moon for me!”
And I will.