Darkness gave way to the blue lights glowing in the distance. The hum of the oxygen created a beautiful white noise that seemed almost hypnotizing. The room was surprisingly quiet. Typically the sounds are echoing off the walls but at this particularly moment I felt the peace within the space that sometimes gets lost with the everyday hustle and bustle that comes naturally within the NICU world.
My NICU days are over. I could not handle the loss of another mother's baby. I offer support to other mothers who share my grief of losing a child to addiction. I speak out against the stigma that prevents addicts from getting the treatment they need and deserve. I pray that someday I will find peace knowing that Matt is safe, and I hope to forgive myself.
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