With World Prematurity Day upon us, I don't even know what to think or say.
Our lives have lived and breathed prematurity since that day I was placed on bedrest at 23.2 weeks with the boys. At that point, we hoped and prayed for as much time as possible, but no one thought we would make it until 40 weeks. It was a waiting game of when the boys would enter our lives. We all just hoped it wouldn't be too soon.
And it was and wasn't.
And since that day, prematurity has ruled our lives.
So I feel like I should say more, but instead for now I can only think how thankful I am for my 4 wonderful, preemie miracles.
They're my heroes.
They're the strongest people I know.
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