Life is strange. Prematurity is a weird thing. There is no
rhyme, no reason, no logic that can make all the stuff that is totally a kick
in the pants seem any easier to take.
Why does a little girl born just two days before mine have
such a horrible time with seizures?
Why do babies who got to stay in and “cook” for an extra two
weeks have cerebral palsy and mine don’t?
Why does another baby born at the same time get to come home
sooner?
I feel lucky. I feel guilty. I feel guilty for feeling
lucky. I ache, love, and rally for these babies and families who I have never
met like they were someone I have known my whole life.
It’s a hard thing – living through a nightmare of your own.
Watching others live through theirs that looks just like yours did. Rooting
people on from a distance and hoping they can feel it and know how much you
care.
You can’t fix things for others but you can make sure they
know they are loved. There aren’t many things in life quite as fierce as parent
who’s little one is struggling in some way.
For Nic, Michele, Sheena, Kala, Heather, Emily, Heather,
Trendalyn and too many others to name…
You are an inspiration. You are loved. You are
stronger than you know. We’re listening,
watching, cheering you on. Most importantly, there are people here if you need
anything.
And for one more...
This little girl is in the twins' preschool class. She has been in classes with them for almost 3 years now. Her grandma is trying to do something amazing for her. Please just take a moment to at least read this and see her infectious smile... Keys for Keira
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