Yesterday I had the opportunity to head up to the NICU to visit a friend of mine’s newborn triplets. I had visited Erinn multiple times during her two month stay at the hospital on bed rest where she grew larger & larger with three very active little ones who couldn’t wait to get out. We started our infertility journey together, shared the same doctors and the same L&D floor. I grew increasingly relieved as she was able to hold the babies week after week. At 30 weeks, she delivered three healthy, beautiful baby boys, all very different in spirit & looks.
As I sat there holding the largest little guy of the bunch, weighing in just over 4lbs now, I couldn’t help be be amazed at the miracle of life. I know it sounds so cheesy, but to walk in and see these perfect little boys, with the tiniest fingernails and eyes full of wonder brought tears to my eyes. I am amazed that in 30 short weeks (well, 28 really) we can produce such an amazing little being, capable of life.
I have spent a lot of my pregnancy in denial. I have wanted this child for so long and felt the heartache of waiting month after month that I am afraid to get my hopes up, thinking it cannot possibly be real. Now that I am turning the corner on 20 weeks and halfway done with this journey, I feel the little movements of life right inside my belly. Pregnancy hasn’t been the most enjoyable thing for me, but it is slowly sinking in that there is a little person at the end of the road. An itty bitty person with hair and eyelashes and who will look to me as its mama.
I am trying my best to think of different ways to capture this experience…photography seems to do the trick. This is my “halfway there” shot and I really think I cannot get any larger…my little frame is aching already…
…and I did this with the self timer on my camera, set on a tripod. just in case you were wondering.
