I am so proud of my baby girl she has come so far however my heartbreaks knowing what she's been through and that it's my bodies fault. It's a burden and I'm filled with guilt, I want to cry and I wonder why terrible mothers can have a full-term baby and I can't. My brain tries to forget what Julianna endured during the hospital but how could I ever forget? A part of me doesn't want to forget because it represents so much more. It represents how strong she is and how my family was there for me and kept me strong and it represents how my family united and stayed strong with support for a little girl that needed us more then ever.
When I got really sick my mom was there for me and I know I will be forever grateful, my mom was also there for me when I went into labor and during it. She kept calm and made me strong. As mother and daughter we have our ups and downs but at the end of the days she will always be my mother and I will always be her daughter and I know she will do her best to be there for me and I know I can only do the same for my daughter.
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