It’s that time of year again where I go back to 2009 to relive the anxiety of having micro preemie twins in the newborn intensive care unit. Or maybe…I go back to relieve the anxiety of then. Like some kind of time-travel transference.
At the time, I wanted to be strong enough to accept any outcome, so hope was out of the question. When a nurse gave me an article that profiled micro preemies who were now teenagers, I stared at it in disbelief. That was definitely too much to hope for.
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