Each time I walk into the hospital to visit my daughter, I think of how unfair it is that I didnt get to immediately hold, touch, kiss or ever caress my own child. I can either talk to her, hold her or sing to her but not more than one of those at a time. Then I start to remind myself that shes just fine and what my idea of unfair is, is what other moms in there whore looking thru incubator windows would trade for in a heartbeat. Point is, look on the bright side because its always a brighter side.
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 17:56:56 +0000
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