tomorrow hopefully my sadness will cease
tomorrow the babies turn one.
this above fact and, oh yes, the seizure thing, explains my recent silence. as their first birthday looms, i am feeling depressed. i know their early birth was not my fault, but i just wish things had gone differently.
how good of me to question God.
how human of me.
oh i am NOTHING if not human.
i know this sounds self-pitying, but this is how i am feeling and i am not afraid to share it. i know how lucky we are, and i also know that being part of a miracle doesn’t guarantee an easy bump-free road!
one year ago i was in hospital, and every hour that the babies weren’t born was a blessing.
their health is too precarious to have a party, which is okay, i don’t want to jeopardise them. noses are drippy taps kids are coughing and clearing their throats like they’ve had a 2 pack a day habit for 25 years. better safe than sorry.
and i know that alot of you around the world are congratulating them for fighting so hard to celebrate their resiliency, endearing qualities, and lives with us.
tomorrow: the beginning of their birth story.
