Imagine... after 3 miscarriages within a year, becoming pregnant again and being SO scared of losing this one too.

Imagine...demanding your DH attend every sonogram because you don't want to face a miscarriage by yourself again.

Imagine... your OB loading you up on steroids, baby aspirin and progesterone to try to "keep" this baby.

Imagine....things going great and then at 15 weeks you suddenly begin bleeding at work and nobody even knows your pregnant, much less understands why you're crying uncontrollably.

Imagine....going to the OB and finding such a strong heartbeat for such a little guy and being put in the hospital on bedrest while your older son has his birthday party without you being there.

Imagine....your OB telling you that he doesn't want to "hear" about any problems because there's nothing that they can do until the 24th week and your only in the 22nd week.

Imagine....being on bedrest for the next nine weeks and finally getting a reprieve and you celebrate by going to lunch with your girlfriends for mexican food, after all, it was my birthday.

Imagine....that very afternoon sitting on the couch and all of a sudden there is a huge gush of blood.

Imagine....loading up your older son (DH is at work) and rushing to the OB's, again crying unconsollably and your son not understanding why mom is crying.

Imagine...your son not leaving your bedside even while DH goes to get something to eat for fear that something will happen to you.

Imagine....the very next night, the same thing happening and this time there are clots the size of a peach.

Imagine....trying to lie as still as possible, breath as carefully as you can, not moving an inch, just so you won't bleed any more....

Imagine....the OB telling you that you're being transferred to a Level III hospital - just in case.

Imagine...an emergency c-section in which a nurse grabs your hand and says magical words "I'm the mother to a 24-eeker and he's fixin' to be driving."

Imagine....the sudden silence once your baby is pulled from your womb.

Imagine....the tremendous joy of hearing your son's first cry as he's been intubated for nearly a month.

Imagine....sharing pictures of your beautiful baby with wires and tubes to friends at work and seeing the look of horror come over their face.

Imagine...a woman at the hospital who had been talking with your dad outside saying to you "I hear that you did a poor job of carrying that baby."

Imagine...not hauling off and knocking her on her ***.

Imagine....after 104 long days you finally take your little miracle home with you, NG tube, apnea monitor and all.

Imagine...a happy, fun-loving baby who loves to talk, watch Barney, chase his brothers, loves to read books and is very mischievous...

Imagine...being a very different person from the one who started this journey....

Thanks y'all for letting me share these. Feel free to use any of these.

Sincerely,
Cori - mom to Bo (24 wkr. now 20.5/17 mos.) and Jake (36 wkr. now 8)