Twenty-Four Weeks. Six Days. Day 176 in the quest to meet our little miracle George
To my dearest little miracle,
Last night your father and i spent the evening together on the couch, and tears rolled down my cheeks…
I wasnt over emotional this time, i was overwhelmed by amazement from the show we were watching. You see my little one we were watching a show on premature babies, babies that were being born at your age now. Babies that were just 800grms, babies who’s hands wernt much bigger than an adults finger…
These little ones were so precious, so tiny, so delicate and so reliant on machines it just broke my heart into one thousand pieces. It hurt to realise that these babies are your size, and while it seems so big to be in my belly, it so small to be out, to early to be on their own…
It broke my heart to see the mothers spend every waking moment worried about their babies survival, it broke my heart to see the tears in the fathers eyes, and it broke my heart to see such precious little lives in little cribs, wired up to a hundred machines trying to save their lives. It tore my heart in two to know that these mothers could not hold their miracles, could not cuddle them any moment they wanted to….
The tears kept coming…
At yet while the tears kept coming, and while it broke my heart, it also amazed me to know that doctors can help, that there is hope, there are always people to give us the hope that we need, always someone that God has put on this earth to provide assistance when we need it most. That something can be done to save a helpless little life. It constantly amazes me to know that with help from someone given the ability to create the science – a life can be created, and that such a small, innocent life can be saved once again through science. It is both a miracle and a blessing that we have come so far that it is possible to help such innocence…
But no matter what happens, no matter how reassured i feel with the knowledge that there are people out there who can help us, no matter what happens each day – good or bad, I pray. I pray each night before i go to sleep that you my miracle will be safe in my belly until September 8… And that such heart ache will not come our way…
Love from a mother that will be.
Life becomes precious and more special to us when we look for the little everyday miracles. Tim Hansel
