I was actually going to blog about something else, but Fatty said, “Shorts, go read this blog.”
I read it. And cried and cried.
I cannot even begin to imagine what Natalie must have gone through. In fact, I never really did. In all those excruciating weeks spent on bedrest at the hospital, I knew the risks and danger but I never once really considered what would happen if Fighter didn’t make it.
In my mind, Fighter would always make it, although I was prepared to face whatever health issues he might have. Now reading Natalie’s blog, I only know realize what a very real possibility that was, and how naive I was.
Fatty and I are also members of a wonderful Facebook support group for preemie parents and recently we were deeply saddened and scared by stories other parents wrote about their preemies facing fatal health problems.
This could have happened to us. Fighter was a 31 weeker, what could have given him better prospects than other preemies his age or even older? Nothing. It’s purely by chance and luck, I believe, that he is thriving and growing so well.
Life is so so so fragile and can slip through your fingers any moment. My heart broke for Natalie and I cried for her. But I also cried for all the other preemie mothers, and I cried for me, Fatty and Fighter, that we were so blessed.
And then we both stumbled next door and smothered a sleeping and slightly annoyed Fighter with kisses.
Pictures from another day, during Fighter’s playtime. Taken by Suet.
He smiles and laughs the easiest with me. 🙂
Thank you for fighting on, little one.