I made a good friend during my stay in the NICU. Her name is Catie. The first few days after my babies were born, I was an emotional wreck and my mom and I went to a "Good Beginnings" meeting which is a support group for parents of the NICU. The only person in that meeting that day was a woman with awesome kinky curly hair and a great british accent. She looked very tired and very stoic. She seemed as though she was in shock. I on the other hand couldn't control my emotions. My hormones were bouncing off the wall and I had no control over where and when I would cry. This felt like a good place to share, so I let it out. I just cried and shared how overwhelmed I was. I talked about how I was scared that I could lose my babies, that they were shocking to look at and that I just didn't know how to handle it. That was when I learned I wasn't alone. Catie had just given birth to boy and girl twins as well and they were 2 weeks early than mine. To make a long story short, we became friends. We would email each other, see each other in the pump room and were always a support to each other. We vented to each other, laughed with each other and it felt good to find a friend that understood.
I always told her and her husband that my goal was to see them on the outside. We would all get together when our babies were strong, healthy and thriving. I held on to that thought every day. It's been 8 months since we met and today we did meet up on the outside. We brought our families to a park by my house and had a picnic. It was wonderful. Her babies are adorable! I saw them when they were less than 2 lbs and Malik had been through 4 surgeries! Now he's strong and healthy. Kamali is just a little beauty with this adorable little mohawk. She's crawling now.I knew this day would come. It's amazing how you can be so grateful for a simple picnic in the park with new friends that feel like good old friends.
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