“The baby was so beautiful to us, and I look back at the photos of him and it must have been jarring for other people to come in and see him, but to us he was so beautiful and perfect.” - Actor Chris Pratt talking about his son, Jack, who was born 9 weeks premature.
I instantly teared up when I read this story on People Magazine's website about Anna Faris and Chris Pratt's 9-week-premature son, Jack. There aren't a lot of mainstream stories about preemies and even less that focus on the positive.
This story hit me right in the heart because his sentiments are right on and so well stated. It used to bother me so much when the first thing people would say about G-man is how tiny and frail he looked. I even wrote a blog post about it because it irked me so much. It wasn't my most eloquent post but it was something that really frustrated me to the point I would snap at people who said that all the time.
And now Chris Pratt has gone and perfectly put why this bothered me so much; because I was blind to how other people perceived him. When family and friends saw G-man's picture posted to my Facebook page, some commented on how tiny and frail he looked, how all those tubes and machines were scary, how they couldn't believe something so small could function.
When I looked at those same pictures I was blind to his frailty, blind to how scary it was that he was literally skin and bones. But I wasn't oblivious, I just saw something different.
I saw my pride and joy, a piece of my own heart outside my body, my beautifully perfect boy; and this perfect boy just so happened to be small and hooked up to machines. He was my perfect baby boy first and a tiny preemie second.