We hate that our beautiful babies are in the NICU 45 minutes away from us. I cry almost daily because the fact that my children are almost 2 weeks old and I have never gotten to hold them kills me. We have absolutely no money right now and aren't really sure how we're going to go about getting some. We have nothing prepared at home for the babies, and I'm scared to even start anything.
So on most days, I feel very, very weak. But I find strength in Joe, who is the best husband ever and would do anything for me. He's currently pounding the pavement to find a second job, and spent a day last week cancelling all his "extras," like magazine subscriptions and his XM. When I said I would cancel my major expense, my gym membership, he flat out refused to let me, stating that the gym was my "thing" and he would not let me give it up, even though it costs more per month than all his "extras" combined. And I find strength in our babies, who are fighting so hard and being so brave. I need to be there for them no matter what. So thank you for admiring my strength, but it certainly doesn't come from me alone. My husband and babies keep me going day in and day out, and I guess that makes things "perfect" for now.