As I lay in bed with Nessa, our daughter crawls in bed next to us and tries to cuddle up. I look down and push her face away and say, “She was my mom first.”
Our daughter makes a sad face and Nessa grabs her and says, “Don’t be mean Ryan, you know she was our little preemie.” Our daughter was born at 6 months and has been called a preemie now for 3 years.
I pushed my daughter’s face away again and looked at Nessa in baby talk, “I’m your first baby.”
Nessa looked back down at me and said, “Oh sweetie, you will always be my first preemie.”