My eyes were opened when my second son was born prematurely, and was given a bleak prognosis, then the true meaning of Motherhood sunk in. I had lived a happy-go-lucky life of mothering up to that point with my oldest son, (who was 3 at the time) but life changed the day Seth was born. After a 4 month stay in the NICU, I brought my son home with a trach, and had more medical equipment in my home than most hospital rooms contain. At that moment I knew that Motherhood is sacrifice, along with the task of wearing any hat that is required.