I watch the boys sleeping and I am in awe of the beauty before me, the blessing to have these sweet boys here with me. There is no way to explain the hole in your heart when you must leave the hospital without your babies. Born at 31 weeks, each of the boys had varying degrees of medical complications due to their prematurity. They spent 6 weeks in the NICU where I visited with them everyday. At first, they were all in different places (the hospital where they were born has multiple NICUs and nurseries). Visiting times were strictly enforced to limit disruption to the babies schedules and care. I would rush from one to the next, trying to have time with each of my babies before the allotted time was up. I would sing to them a song that they still love today (and the only one they will tolerate me singing now). They know it is their special "baby song" and ask me to sing it to them often while holding them like a baby...Dixie Chicks
Dragon tales and the "water is wide"
Pirate's sail and lost boys fly
Fish bite moonbeams every night
And I love you
Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams
The rocket racer's all tuckered out
Superman's in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we'll find the mouse
And I love you
Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams
God bless Mommy and match box cars
God bless Dad and thanks for the stars
God hears "Amen," wherever we are
And I love you
Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Sweet dreams
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