I could show you a picture of my son full of cords, beep, and incubators it would make more sense, I guess.But honestly,that's not how I remember him.
In this picture he was in our red wagon, going on with sounds & squeals - just talking to himself. He was good at that. His interior life was rich with conscience.
I don't remember my Thomas has a preemie, born at 26 weeks. I remember him has a brother & my son. My little love who's was and his and forever will be teaching me to live my best, most inspired life.
There is, however,lots to remember from the time spent in nicu & the nurses and doctors that took care of us back then. Today is a day for them too.