Today is September 23rd. It’s my original due date. The one I got from the doctor when he confirmed my pregnancy.
My son was born on July 21st.
For weeks I struggled between being SO upset that my son was born early – thus subjected to six weeks in the NICU and the possibility of a lifetime of consequences – and being SO thankful that he is here and presumably doing very well.
Last night as I scooped my squirmy baby out of his bassinet and he snuggled against my chest, fast asleep, I decided to let it go.
All of it.
No more wondering if the doctors did all they could to stop preterm labor. No more wondering if I should’ve been on bedrest for the weeks prior. No more wistful feelings about the baby shower I didn’t get to have. No more asking God if this is all for a reason.
I let it go.
My son is a tremendous blessing. I prayed for years to have a baby and I got one – earlier than expected! So, I’m just going to consider that a blessing in itself.