Last Sunday, May 4, was Parents of Preemies Day.
Few things in my life have shaken my core like having my boys prematurely. While giving birth in itself is a life changing event, watching your desperately wanted babies struggle to breath and come to the brink of death more times than you'd care to count has a way of altering your very being in an overwhelmingly profound way.
This year has been momentous for us, as I suspected it would be. After many, many years of keeping ourselves wrapped in a predictable, safe little cocoon, we let our
fragile little preemies fabulous boys out into the big, big world of kindergarten.
There were a few big adjustments for them to make this year. New teachers, new routines, and new pressures were a daily occurrence. Things did not always go smoothly, but adjust they did.
They are succeeding.
They are
thriving!
With each achievement they make on their own, I feel more and more confident in their future. I feel my need to protect them lessen a bit each day. Mark my words-- these boys are going to do amazing things and nothing is going to stop them. I have no doubts now.
When I think back to our boys' early start and what could have been, I know we are unbelievably lucky. Sometimes I wish the me of today was able to go back to talk to the me of six years ago. I'd tell her that everything was going to be okay. Oh how the past me would have loved to have known that. To know that no matter how terrifying or heartbreaking or even painful things were to get, later, when it really matters these boys were going to be okay. Five tiny words would have made the world of difference back in those days, because, as a preemie parent, as much as you hope, you just don't know much more than the fact that the life you envisioned is probably going to be very different from your reality.
We are living proof that different doesn't mean terrible. We are proof that, actually, different means pretty dang amazing.
So this year, Parents of Preemies Day passed quietly. I reflected on where we started and where we are now. I marveled over our fortune. Most of all, I felt pride in our boys and in us as a family.
We did it.
We
are doing it.
Take that, prematurity!