tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285913031856022507.post4161916462608882805..comments2023-06-16T03:37:04.083-04:00Comments on The Plucky Procrastinator: May 30thKristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12371059404985014572noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285913031856022507.post-84838386025349205402013-06-01T18:27:24.187-04:002013-06-01T18:27:24.187-04:00A big hug to you and your baby. A big hug to you and your baby. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285913031856022507.post-25890941286615836372013-05-30T18:35:41.251-04:002013-05-30T18:35:41.251-04:00If I had to guess, saying "look how far he...If I had to guess, saying "look how far he's come" falls into the same category as telling a woman who is disappointed by a cesarean, "well at least the baby is healthy". People don't know WHAT to say because they're not sure why, exactly, you're upset, so they say the first thing that comes to mind that sounds comforting. And since you can't look well-meaning people in the face and say, "I hate it when you say that", they think they actually helped. The fact of the matter is that he HAS come a long way--but I'd imagine it would be very hard to look back along the path you've traveled when the finish line is so tantalizingly close--and yet so unreachable.<br /><br />I've been walking back and forth to my kitchen for half an hour trying to decide if I wanted to share this part or not. I'm gonna go for it :) Three years before Josh was born (on Feb, 22, 2010), my friend April became a mommy. Her son Noah was 27 weeks, but due to a placental issue related to an implantation problem, he was about 4 weeks behind developmentally. When they attempted to intubate him, they punctured one of his tiny little lungs, and he was so small there was nothing they could do to help him. He went to be with the Lord when he was just 2 1/2 hours old. And every year I wish Noah a happy birthday, and I wish April a happy mother's day. She is a beautiful mother. You do not stop being a mother when your baby is not with you. It is hard, when you want everybody to see this beautiful little person you created, but you are no. less. a. mother. There are 1400 people online who know you are a mom. And most of all, Joshua knows you are a mom, and you are the person he wants most of all. You've faced challenges that most moms can't even fathom, and you've met them beautifully. Every stranger in the street should give you a high five because you deserve one, lady (except, of course, that would expose your preemie to an incredible number of germs!). <br /><br />P.S. I told April about Joshua back when he was a few weeks old. She asked, in a hushed voice, if he was still alive. I said yes, and then admitted I wished he had been born on any possible day except Noah's birthday. She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "no, I think it's kind of perfect". Just like your little guy is kind of perfect :)Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09326928535101899962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285913031856022507.post-83073681840626837472013-05-30T15:15:34.082-04:002013-05-30T15:15:34.082-04:00You are beautiful, inside and out. And I hope toda...You are beautiful, inside and out. And I hope today can be a good day. And tomorrow. And all the days to come. When noobs post about "woman power" I want to tell them to take a look at you and all you have kept faith through, because THAT is the power of women, not just saying congrats or making each other feel special. It's your innate ability to smile and progress and nurture even when faced with opposition. Hear you roar. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07628305834461465190noreply@blogger.com