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	<title>Comments on: A Gift of Wanting</title>
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	<description>Taking it One Day at a Time since 1996</description>
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		<title>By: mothergoosemouse</title>
		<link>http://table4five.net/2006/09/03/a-gift-of-wanting/#comment-2096</link>
		<dc:creator>mothergoosemouse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 21:22:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know what you mean about not being able to stop yourself from holding her and kissing her.  It&#039;s almost involuntary.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what you mean about not being able to stop yourself from holding her and kissing her.  It&#8217;s almost involuntary.</p>
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		<title>By: TB</title>
		<link>http://table4five.net/2006/09/03/a-gift-of-wanting/#comment-2095</link>
		<dc:creator>TB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 19:23:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You made me cry. I can&#039;t wait for this for myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You made me cry. I can&#8217;t wait for this for myself.</p>
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		<title>By: javajabber</title>
		<link>http://table4five.net/2006/09/03/a-gift-of-wanting/#comment-2089</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 11:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When my son was born, he was 3 months early and weighed only 2 lbs., 11 oz.  (Not as big a deal today as it was almost 36 years ago ... stop doing the math I was barely out of high school when he was born!).

He was in the NICU for 3 months.  It was touch and go for 3 months. I was in intensive care for the first couple of weeks and then I finally got to see him for the first time.

I didn&#039;t get to hold him, really hold him, until the day I brought him home from the hospital, weighing the required 5 lbs (and 5 oz.).

We were foreign to each other.  Even though I was at the hospital every day after my discharge, I wasn&#039;t allowed to hold him until the day they took him out of the incubator, handed him to me, and walked away ... leaving me to my own, ill-prepared devices.

The first few days he never left arms.  I slept with him, I ate with him, I went to the bathroom with him always with me.  I had three months of bonding to make up for ... and I was too afraid to let him out of my sight and touch.

Your post reminded me of that moment in my life when I realized he really was mine.  The first time he fell asleep on my chest and we were breathing in sync.  I felt all the fear leave both our bodies and settle into a rhythm that made everything else disappear.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When my son was born, he was 3 months early and weighed only 2 lbs., 11 oz.  (Not as big a deal today as it was almost 36 years ago &#8230; stop doing the math I was barely out of high school when he was born!).</p>
<p>He was in the NICU for 3 months.  It was touch and go for 3 months. I was in intensive care for the first couple of weeks and then I finally got to see him for the first time.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t get to hold him, really hold him, until the day I brought him home from the hospital, weighing the required 5 lbs (and 5 oz.).</p>
<p>We were foreign to each other.  Even though I was at the hospital every day after my discharge, I wasn&#8217;t allowed to hold him until the day they took him out of the incubator, handed him to me, and walked away &#8230; leaving me to my own, ill-prepared devices.</p>
<p>The first few days he never left arms.  I slept with him, I ate with him, I went to the bathroom with him always with me.  I had three months of bonding to make up for &#8230; and I was too afraid to let him out of my sight and touch.</p>
<p>Your post reminded me of that moment in my life when I realized he really was mine.  The first time he fell asleep on my chest and we were breathing in sync.  I felt all the fear leave both our bodies and settle into a rhythm that made everything else disappear.</p>
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		<title>By: Mommy off the Record</title>
		<link>http://table4five.net/2006/09/03/a-gift-of-wanting/#comment-2088</link>
		<dc:creator>Mommy off the Record</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 05:22:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a beautiful post. I loved your description of holding your daughter as she slept. A nice gift, indeed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful post. I loved your description of holding your daughter as she slept. A nice gift, indeed.</p>
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		<title>By: Fraulein N</title>
		<link>http://table4five.net/2006/09/03/a-gift-of-wanting/#comment-2087</link>
		<dc:creator>Fraulein N</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 01:38:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aww. That&#039;s so sweet!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aww. That&#8217;s so sweet!</p>
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