The day my world was turned upside down. And at the same time, pure joy... my son was born. Almost one year later I have yet to record all of my thoughts and feelings surrounding Karson's traumatic birth. I still see the words "blood gasses" or "gavage feedings" and I cringe. This past mother's day we drove past the road I took to the NICU daily, and with a perfectly healthy boy in the back seat I cried. I don't think if I would have prepared myself for a preemie it would have been easier, however, I want to share our journey so that maybe it will help someone else, maybe it will help me start to heal... and maybe some day Karson will want to read this.
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