I mean seriously, friends.
My absolute fondest (yes, truly wonderful) memories during Jack's NICU stay are from our hours of kangaroo care. Heart to heart. Skin to skin. I could feel Jack's teeny tiny heart beating against my chest. I could feel his chest rise and fall. I could hear his squeaky little breaths. I would say "keep breathing, buddy. Keep breathing."
I waited a month to be able to hold Jack. I would lay him on my chest and for two glorious hours, we could be together.
I was his mama.
He was my baby.