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“Feelings From The Mother Of A Preemie”

One day so long ago it seems I fell in love with you, the best dream out of all my dreams was finally coming true. The months crept by so slow, I thought they'd never end, Motherhood, so much to know, a new life to defend. Six weeks early my time came, and there was so much pain, but I disregarded it, I had so much to gain. I laid there as they worked on me, and I was scared as hell, I hadn't heard my daughter cry, just why I couldn't tell. They wouldn't let me see her, they didn't tell me why, I was behind the eight ball, and i felt like I could cry. They finally let me see her, but not till the next day. She was so tiny, delicate and cute in every way. The first day that I held her, was the best day of my life, but when I had to put her down, it sure cut like a knife. The day I left the hospital a sunny day in May, but I was not so bright inside, my sweetheart had to stay. And now I feel lost at home my nerves on edge and jittery, I sit and hold her teddy bear, and cry to bitterly. I go and see her everyday, but it does not seem fair. I have to walk out every night and leave my baby there.

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May 5, 2010
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written by my birth mom for my sister Brittany when she was born

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