It’s hard to believe that this time three years ago, I was sent to Toronto by air ambulance and was placed on strict hospital bed rest. I didn’t realize that I’d be spending the next weeks/months practically living in the NICU with my baby.
That was when I really started blogging. After all, there wasn’t much I was able to do while confined to the bed and on my back.
I blogged about my worries and concerns.
I blogged about how terrified I was.
I was touched and shocked by how many people around the globe e-mailed me, left me comments, phoned, sent cards and good luck trinkets, and even visited me in a time I needed comfort and support the most.
My family and friends were very supportive. They visited me in the hospital, sent cards, and called me. I suspect the phone calls were to ensure that I didn’t go loopy while on bed rest or that I wouldn’t get depressed with being 6 hours away from my husband and for such a long period of time. Maybe my loved ones were concerned that I might be overly worried with what may or may not have happened with a baby being born so soon.
Thank you, everyone. Your support kept me going and kept me strong during my high risk pregnancy. You have touched our lives in ways you cannot even imagine.
That was three years ago.
This is now.