posted on Oct, 9 2014 @ 12:06 PM
I feel the same way. I never thought of a love so strong it's feeling would change me so much. When my first was born nearly 5 weeks early it hit
me within 2 seconds of seeing him. For the first time ever, I knew what angels looked like. I saw God and believed in miricles in that moment. He
looked like a starved baby bird. He was so small, I was so afraid for him. Luckily, he had no issues, was just tiny at 4 lbs, 10 oz. The switch in
me flipped so fast it scared my husband! I never let him out of my sight at the hospital. I was super suspicious of all the nurses. He was so
perfect, I didn't trust anyone. They said he couldn't be in the room with me unless I was awake. I spent the entire next 2 days wide awake so
they couldn't take him. All his baby checks and bathes were done in my room. My babies are getting older now, but still young at 10, 8 in about a
week and 4. To this day none of them have been to a sitter. I was a working woman up until my first was born. Had worked at a children's hospital
for years. Never went back, never regretted it either. I have no doubt at all that I would never stop until my final breath doing all I could to
protect my babies.
My sister, on the other hand........ She one had one. Jordan, she just turned 18. From the first week my sister brought her home from the hospital
she spent every weekend with her grandparent. From just a few days old!! My sister is the type that would take the time to think of the outcomes
of saving her child and whether of not it would be worth the effort. She loves her daughter, but it's just not the same. Some have it, some just
don't.
Jillian