Today I walked through the doors of a hospital that became my address for 36 days, nearly 3 years ago …
Today I scrubbed my hands with the same soap smell that I associate my newborn preemies with …
Today I travelled down the same hallway to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit that became my 4 sons’ address for the first 3 to 5 weeks of their lives.
Today I embraced a fellow quad mom and felt an instant connection and friendship…
Today I looked at Maddox, Jack, Emma, and Parker with wonder and awe at their tiny, yet perfect little bodies …
Today I witnessed many families who face a very difficult road ahead…
Today I visited with nurses and sonographers who cared for me through 32 weeks of a high-risk pregnancy…
Today I hugged the man who safely delivered 4 miracles one February Day…
Today as I remember the uncertain days of the NICU, I am once again overwhelmed with gratefulness this season for 4 gifts that cannot be purchased, packaged, or wrapped.
Originally published on 4tunate
