Friday, September 6: A story about a time you were very afraid.
A time I was very afraid...hmm...I guess it's a good thing this one is a hard one for me to think of!
(Corbin born three months early. 2lbs 7oz. That is my husbands wedding ring on his arm. And saran wrap on his head to keep his body temperature up.)
Okay, by far, the most scary experience I've ever faced. Not at all what I imagined my first pregnancy/labor being like. I just can't even believe how tiny he was! I see healthy average newborns and to think Corbin was literally less than half their size?? Unbelievable. Leaving the hospital without our son was hard. I remember though, that night I delivered. Aaron and I going back to our hospital room and laying there with no baby. He was in another room, hooked up to a million monitors and chords. I remember both of us crying. We were heartbroken. Grateful he was alive, but scared for how much time we would have with him. Would he survive? Is he lonely? He needs us. He's all alone. Okay. I'm done with this story. I can't go back there. This was a time I was very afraid.