It did give me time to reflect on our experience so far, and to be thankful for what we have. We have a beautiful, strong son who is two months old already! He is progressing so well, and continues to show signs that he is alert with all internal systems working as expected. Although this journey is a roller coaster for sure, we've had a fairly smooth ride, and he hasn't had any major setbacks so far. We've never been sat down by doctors to say that his prognosis is grim, and we've never had a middle of the night call from the NICU. In fact, the only calls we've gotten from the NICU have been the nurses letting us know that we need to bring in more blankets or milk. In addition, we've met some amazing people. I've raved about the doctors and nurses before and we mean it - they are incredible. Andrew's primary nurses (and some "quasi-primaries") truly love him, and make our days better when they are working. We owe them so much; he wouldn't be here without them. In addition, the other NICU parents we've met - they have been the lifesaver for me and J. While no two NICU journeys are the same, we've found kinship and solace in talking to others who are going through this too. I know we will be friends with these families for years to come.
|He's drooling on my chest!|
|Apparently he's not bothered by chest hair!|
He slept the entire time.
|We both enjoyed the time together!|
Don't mind my fly-away hair.