I waited so long to be a mom.
I endured numerous surgeries, shots and
I carried three babies for 31 weeks.
I endured fainting, spontaneous nose bleeds, intense swelling, carpal tunnel, heart burn, PUPPPS, HELLP Syndrome, magnesium sulfate.
I visited my premature infants in the NICU every single day for 6 weeks.
I pumped breastmilk for them, every 2-3 hours, round the clock.
I woke up with them every 2-3 hours for the first 12 weeks that they were home.
I nursed all three of my blessed children from my breasts until my nipples BLED.
I endured clogged ducts, mastitis, and the worst pain imaginable to continue nursing.
There is no doubt about it. I love these children more than life itself.
I absolutely rejoice in seeing their little faces everyday and hearing their little voices.
Now - more than ever ... I feel like I'm about to get washed out to sea whenever they wake up.
Why is it, that if I love these children more than life itself ... nothing makes me happier than when they are asleep?