I realized yesterday that I did not “relive” every moment of my pre-term labor and delivery this week. 3 years after spending 4 days in the hospital trying to stop labor unsuccessfully and then having Joey at 34w, spending a week with him in the NICU, being discharged and leaving the hospital without him, watching him grow into the awesome toddler he is today… 3 years later and I can breathe and know that everything is okay and that part of my life is history. It is not forgotten, but it is no longer the heavy weight and sadness that followed me for so long.

Thank you, Joey, for teaching me patience and showing me how to be strong. I love you.
Happy birthday baby boy!