It is six years ago and I have the onesie with the elephant on it in my purse with “Mommy and Me” stitched on it. I have cut holes in the feet so the little probe that measures my son’s heart rate and oxygen levels stays visible and secure at all times. So, no footie pajamas.

I thought he’d be home by Mother’s Day. It has been eight weeks since he was born and entered the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. But even now we are still two weeks away from his actual due date. This is the kind of math I do now—backwards and forwards…

Welcome to the “Flashback Edition” of Mother’s Day. This is what I think back to each and every year and I finally shared it with Scary Mommy. Click the picture below to read…