I love you, and I will love you.
I’m sorry you can’t stay warm in my belly. But you know what, my sweet babies? Mommy isn’t the safest place for you anymore. That is what the doctors say, and I trust them. And they fought to keep you here inside for as long as they could.
You have blessed me, and it has only just begun. I love you so much. I can’t even imagine what I will feel tomorrow. The love, but the grief.
The time has come my darling princesses. Please be strong. I’m so happy you have each other. Daddy will be right there with you. I will carry you in my aching heart during recovery, when I lay eyes on you, and during every moment in between.
You are loved. You are wanted. You are miracles. You are everything. You are mine, and I am so honored to be your mother.
You have given me the most joyful six months. And I can only imagine how much more joy you will bring me starting tomorrow.
Mommy loves you. I’ll be here every step of the way. You’re my girls. My beautiful baby girls.
*Please pray for Rowan Mac and Emmanuelle Mac. Please pray for their health and strength. I will endure (happily) another round of magnesium sulfate; please pray for no bleeding in their brains.