January 2nd 2012, 8:15am, from the moment you were born the nurses took you to observe you (in my room). You had decided to arrive 6 weeks early and everyone was worried you would have issues breathing and such. When they finished checking you (about 5-10 minutes) I finally was able to hold you. Right away I tried to get you to latch and nurse, but you were so tiny and so very sleepy and weak from the unexpected delivery. I cherish this moment we had together, but the nurses took you away as they had found a slight heart murmur and you could not hold your body temperature on your own.
The lactation consultant came and helped me with the pump and explained everything to me. I diligently pumped every 2 hours the whole time I was in the hospital. After 24 hours, I had an abundance of colostrum. I was happy I could at least give you the nourishment you needed, even though I wasn't the one changing your diapers and tending to your every need like I should have been.
Those 3 weeks of being far from me were the most difficult weeks of my life. Your father and I pushed on, I continued pumping for you and bringing fresh milk everyday. Allah (swt) blessed us and gave me an ample supply of milk. I was able to pump for you 16 ozs every 2 hours! The nurses who cared for you used to joke with me saying I could feed every baby in the NICU.
Finally you were able to come home. Even though we had breastfed several times in the hospital, it was always so difficult for you and wore you out. After 2 weeks of struggles and pains, we finally mastered breastfeeding and continued on strongly until you reached the age of 9 months and 3 weeks. Now our journey of breastfeeding has ended, even though I wasn't ready for it to end I am thankful to Allah (swt) to have given me the privilege to nourish you and have a hand in your development and growth.