May 27, 2011 22:36
Two years ago, on May 16th, I had the aliens.
But two years ago today, on May 27th, I got to take them home.
When your babies are born, that's when you truly become a mom. But when you're one of the people who doesn't get to take them home a day or two later, when there are medical interventions, and tests, and stays in the special care nursery, and tube feeds... when you can't look after them yourself because they have medical needs, when you have nurses and doctors and therapists and lactation consultants all telling you what to do, all contradicting each other... it's different.
They aren't yours, not completely. Not entirely. Not then. And everyone's there with the best of intentions, and they're all trying to help your babies get better, but it's still very, very hard. It was the hardest twelve days of my entire life. And compared to so many people that I know who had premature babies, I got off so, so lightly.
Two years ago, on May 16th, I had my babies, and I became a mother.
Two years ago today, on May 27th, I got to take my babies home, and I became a parent.
aliens,
rl,
the frog and monkey,
thinky thoughts,
the academic husband,
babies