By Jamie Krug
When I began my journey here, Owen was still only months old — this was all still so very new. He was still so very new.
I began writing to keep close friends and family in the so-called loop, until I eventually realized that writing here was the only thing keeping me from thinking in the same tired and damaging loop. This became therapeutic, a way to process what was happening and how I felt about it. I had named the blog “Our Stroke of Luck” because that was exactly what I wanted it to be — somewhere to see the brighter side of things, the proverbial silver linings within what seemed like constantly looming clouds.
And then one day I got an email from a friend, one of the approximately fourteen people who read the blog at that point, asking me if she could forward the link to my blog to a friend of hers who had just given birth to a baby boy with a devastating diagnosis and prognosis. I wasn’t sure what good my ruminations would do this other poor soul, but I told her I was fine with it.
And then I heard from that mother.
She wrote me an email letting me know how much it meant to her to know that she wasn’t alone in feeling the way that she did, that she found comfort in my words during even her darkest moments. I remember how my heart pounded as I read her words — how in the best possible way she did the very same for me.
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