Thirty Two Weeks. Four Days. 52 Days to go
To my dearest little miracle,
I dont want to cry, i want to be strong for you, but i know that in the days, weeks, and months to come that there will be tears. I will cry for you, and i know that at times i will cry for me too, becuause i am scared… There is nothing more frightening than the unknown, there really isnt.
My little one i know that no matter how much i prepare myself for this, no matter how much i research this, no matter how much i visulise what is going to happen and how delicate and precious you will be, no matter how much i know that the statistics are with us, no matter what i am still scared for you.
I am sitting here with all my faith believing in my heart and hoping like hell that tonight you and i will be heading home and you will be inside of me for at least a month longer, grow just that little bit more to ensure that you are stronger… And i just have to have faith that my body will support you the way that you need.
The future is just so unknown so uncertain… Its hard not to be scared, hard not to be overwhelmed.
Love from a mother that will be
