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I’m not crying … okay maybe a little

Five years ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, praying with every breath that my baby girl would make it into this world alive. Eight weeks of bed rest. Twenty-three days in the NICU. Tube feedings. Preemie clothes that hung off her tiny frame. Watching her fight for every ounce of strength she had.

And now… on Monday, she starts kindergarten.

I can barely wrap my heart around it. How do we go from those sleepless nights and anxious days—me hovering over her every breath—to packing her lunch and laying out “big girl” clothes? From having her by my side 24/7 to letting her go for a whole day?

She’s so excited. She’s been counting down the days with a smile that could light up the world. And I’m over here, torn between bursting with pride and wanting to freeze time—just one more morning where she’s my tiny newborn and I can hold her close, breathe her in, and remember that we made it through the impossible together.

Monday will be the best day of her life so far. And for me… it will be a day of joy wrapped in tears. A day where my heart aches in the most beautiful way.

From miracle baby to kindergartner—what a journey it’s been, my love.
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hunkalove · 70-79, M
How did you pay for all that hospital time?
@hunkalove luckily I had great insurance and had already met most of my out of pocket maximum. I think my cost was around 12,000 it took about 3 years to pay it off.