Living in a small town, news travelled very quickly that Liam had arrived a tad early. I think some people barely even knew I was pregnant !!! We had amazing support from all around us...from family and friends to complete strangers. People reached out to us in different ways, and I am still eternally grateful to each and everyone of them. Coming home was hard, but having such amazing people to support us, made it bearable. A couple of friends I had made over the years reached out to me...both having been in almost similar situations. It was what I needed....whatever the outcome would be, I needed to have people around me who had been through it .
The hardest part for me, was coming home to a room that was barely a nursery. I had not had a baby shower yet, but we had collected a few items here and there over the past few months. We had no crib, no change table....but it didn't really matter...Liam wasn't coming home anytime soon. We lined his room with toys, and clothes and things that people had brought to the hospital. We had cheerful balloons proclaiming a new baby boy, floating around the house....the cats thought they were toys for them.
I spent the hours that I should have been resting, pouring over articles online about micro preemies. I searched , and read blogs people had written about their journeys. The statistics on micro preemies...were not promising but the blogs gave me hope, they gave me a reason to believe that Liam would survive....and not just survive , but be ok !!!! The blogs are the reason I am sharing Liam's story with you now.....
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