A moment for me

Babies are sleeping so I decided to take a moment for me. I put my boots on, zipped my sweater and pulled my hoodie up, walked outside and just sat on my stoop. As my butt started to freeze, I stared at all the twinkling lights wrapped around fences, doorways and windows and smiled just thinking of how beautiful the block looks. I felt like each light that shined was an obstacle we overcame this year. My mouth clenched in fear then immediately relaxed and changed into a smile thinking about all that has come and gone and all that is today. Reflecting on a year that brought us two amazingly beautiful children. Two blessings named Giovanni and Isannah that fills a lifetime with hope, faith, love and HEART. Thank you for my blessings, my life, my love and the happiness that I know because of the sadness that was.

The NICU

Life is full of many surprises both difficult and good but nothing prepared me for the pain you feel when both of your babies live their beginning days, weeks and months in the NICU. You are supposed to have your babies and then get to take them home with you but that didn’t happen for us. I thought that being on hospital bed rest was going to change everything. Give our daughter Isannah all the help she needed to continue to grow inside me like Giovanni was but that didn’t happen.

After an emergency c-section occurred both babies were taken to the NICU. From that moment on all I felt was guilt and shame that I couldn’t provide both my babies with all they needed to be born on their time rather than being forced out early to experience stress and pain. Having my babies in the NICU is the toughest thing I ever had to experience. I felt my heart breaking off piece by piece and with each crack a pain so intense went through my body. I wanted to cry and scream out loud but knew I had to keep it in and be strong for Isannah and Giovanni. Although I was crying inside I couldn’t let it show, not there. I am a mom now, I kept telling myself. Be strong for your babies but it was hard to convince myself not to cry. I know crying wastes too much energy and energy is what I needed to provide for my babies. Each time I sat by Isannah and Giovanni I focused on the rhythm of their breathing, memorized every inch of their little bodies and carefully watched each movement they made. I took them in with each breath I made. I wanted so much to be able to provide them with all the care that they needed but it wasn’t me that could help them. It was the machines, doctors and a nursing staff that provided the care they needed. All we could do was be at their side, hold their head and calm them down with our voice.

After time passed we were able to finally hold our babies by using the kangaroo method. The first time I got to hold Giovanni and kangaroo with him was the sweetest gift. My boy was able to lay skin to skin with me and we shared a connection. The first bond of many to come. Feeling him breathing on my chest, listening to the sounds he makes and feeling the little tapping of his tiny little fingers on my chest brought a smile that I’ve been missing to my face. Kangarooing is an amazing feeling. Then it was time to hold my little angel Isannah and enjoy the bond Kangarooing allowed. She is so tiny like a feather gently laying on my chest. Feeling Isannah become calm on me made me smile some more. The little joys you are able to experience in what you feel is a scary place with beeping alarms, dangling tubes and a dark environment is priceless. A feeling not expressed in words.

You are discharged

I thought after weeks of being in the hospital hearing “you are discharged” would be the greatest thing. Sadly, my joy was taken away from me when I couldn’t take my babies home. They are in NICU and will remain until they are strong enough to come home.  My heart is crying. 

The Pillowcase

Sleepless in BK so I decided to make my king size pillowcases into standard size by sewing them shorter. Each time I pierced the fabric thoughts of today’s events came to mind. Once I pulled the needle through the fabric it reminded me that God has a plan for each of us. The faster I sewed the more I would poke my finger. I could see that I was getting closer so I sewed faster growing impatient. The faster I tried to get to the end by rushing or skipping steps I would poke myself even harder or have to go back to fix my mistakes. At that moment I realized, everything happens in God’s time not ours. We need to be patient and do things one step at a time, it’s when we skip steps and think we know how to get there faster, we get poked. I began smiling at the realization that in all things you can’t jump ahead, baby steps is what it’s all about. We will get there when we are supposed to, and not before then. 


I guess it’s time for me to fall to sleep peacefully in God’s arms.
Thank you for the pokes (reminders).