Stellan holds a special place in my heart, even though I have never met him. I think this is because this little miracle guy reminds me so much of my own Madison. They are two weeks apart in age, and to my own eyes they even resemble eachother, remarkably so. When I learn that Stellan is struggling, I can't help but imagine Maddie in his place, and how it would make me feel. So I hug my girl extra tight, and hold no resentment or frustration when she gets up in the middle of the night and needs to nurse to fall back asleep (twice, last night). And I pray.