I did not blog, journal, or write in any organized way when Daphne was in the NICU. The emotions were too raw and ugly for me to sound coherent. Had I written, it would have been a combination of medical jargon and “this sucks,” with a lot of cursing involved. Not terribly inspiring. Also, I was afraid of something happening to Daphne, and the public exposure made me feel even more vulnerable. I do have records of how I felt and some details of what went on saved in copious emails written to a select few friends who got it then, and get it now.
Only after D had been home for a while, and after her heart surgery, I summoned the courage to write. Surprise, surprise, it was helpful in so many ways. It connected me to the preemie community, people I could count on for help, advice, and understanding ears (eyes?). Writing helped me organize my thoughts and sometimes come up with a plan, a course of action. My semi-coherent flood of words sometimes even helped me understand what I was feeling, what was making me upset.
Long story short, I wish I had been writing all along.
Kate Hopper, a fellow preemie Mom, knows a little something about the power of telling a story. Today on Preemie Babies 101 I review her beautiful memoir, Ready for Air. I will let you click over to see what I thought of the book. If you want to win a copy of the book, you will have a chance. If you don’t feel like reading my review, read Kate’s book. There, I said it.