My twins were born 2 months premature. Today, I planned to share their story, but, when I stop to think about it, I'm too bitter. Nearly 10 years later, the anger behind nearly losing my girls hits me too hard. We're finally at a point where I no longer dread their birthday and "Homecoming Day" goes by almost unnoticed. Still, I hate that we have a story to tell. I hate that others have stories with endings not nearly as happy.
So here, I'll leave you with my bitterness, my anger, and my post from this day last year.
In an attempt to put a more positive spin on it, I'll share this related story about how one nurse made all the difference in the world and how I'll be forever in her debt.