Guilty as Charged

There are still days...

... when I cry because I'm so tired of cleaning up puke, even though Maggie is so much better than before.

... when I remember the NICU in an almost visceral way, even though it's been almost six months since I've walked down that hallway.

... when I wish for a "normal" infant, even though I would never give up my precious Peanut Face.

... when I feel like a bad mother for having that kind of day, even though I know it happens to everyone.


I am guilty of thinking that when Maggie started babyfoods, she would magically eat. As if this preemie would suddenly say, "Oh yes, this is what I've been missing! Give me more! And a bottle while you're at it!"

I just want her to eat. Eat, already! This half ounce at a time crap is for the birds! The barely a teaspoon of cereal and sweet potatoes isn't very encouraging. Playing with a sippy cup doesn't count as "using" it.

There are still days...

... when I just don't want to be a "preemie mom" anymore.

~Sara