I came home from the hospital today – such a bittersweet release. Search and Destroy remain sequestered in the NICU. They will be there for a minimum of two months.
In Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot,” the two main characters wait out the length of the absurdist play for Godot. Instead of the literal meaning of an impending in-person meeting, one could argue that Vladimir and Estragon (the aforementioned main characters) are in the midst of an existential crisis.
This is the surreal existence I now find myself in. I am a mother, a mommy of two precious twin boys. Jon and I are parents. Search and Destroy are ours to care for. But they are not yet really ours. You meet your children and you would do anything for them – then you are faced with the guilt of not having provided enough to keep them out of harm’s way. Continue reading