Imagines...

Imagine...the semi perfect pregnancy at 32 weeks, marred only by a diagnosis of gestational diabetes.

Imagine...cramping at work and being told by the doctor that you just worked your last day for a while. You are now on bedrest.

Imagine...five days later feeling a sensation and then seeing yourself standing in a puddle of blood. Being home alone and not a neighbor in sight! The OB on call saying to call an ambulance if DH didn't get home in 5 minutes. Paging the grocery store AGAIN and telling them to tell hubby to come home NOW.

Imagine...being told that there would be on internal for fear of starting labor.

Imagine...swearing to the nurse that you would behave if only she would remove the catheter.

Imagine...Being woken at midnight to the face of the NICU nurse who is here to explain what would happen if the baby was born tonight.

Imagine... 3 hours later being woken again (was I really sleeping?) and being told to call DH because you are in labor and they are going to take the baby.

Imagine...seeing my fear mirrored in my husbands eyes.

Imagine...Hearing my baby cry!

Imagine...Thanking God for the diabetes. I had a 6 pound preemie.

Imagine...That little one not being able to nurse or take a bottle, losing a pound in only a couple of days.

Imagine...Your 2-year-old wanting to know why "his brudder" can't come home.

Imagine... Leaving the hospital with balloons and flowers but no baby while all the other new moms leave with theirs.

Imagine...5 years later that beautiful boy is going to start Kindergarten.

Suzi Mom to Drew (7) and former preemie Tyler now 5 and ready to take on the world! :-)