On my photography board, we have weekly challenge; the host throws out a word, and you take a photo that symbolizes that word for you. The word for this week, naturally, is “Thankful”
I couldn't come up with anything other than this:
That's me, looking at Max, when he was about a week old… we didn't know if he'd ever come home, if he'd have any long-term effects of his prematurity… I worried that we'd never “bond” because he had to spend the first 3 months of his life in that little plastic box AND I couldn't breastfeed. My DH and I were terrified that all of our hopes and dreams for this little boy that I was only able to carry for 28 weeks would never come true.
And this is what that tiny infant has become; a sweet, amazing, hilarious little boy who had no trouble bonding with me, who makes me laugh on a daily basis, who will, for no reason, walk up to me, throw his arms around my neck, plant 20 kisses on my face and announce “I love you SOOOO much!”
And all I can do is give thanks. Today and every day.
Thank you for sharing. It's been so long since I've caught up on my reader, but this brought tears to my eyes. You deserve each and every moment with Max.
Thank you for reminding all of us to be grateful.
Your story touches me and clears my vision with a few cleansing tears. We had a hospital story, too, different than yours but with the same dread, I suspect. The details are not important to recount, just to say that it happened around the time of Thanksgiving and every year I nod my head at the fact that my daughter is alive and bright and growing into someone who I hope to know my whole life.
I found you via Reverb10, and I'm glad.