Today's Columbus Dispatch had an interesting front page story...Born Too Early. Well, how hard does that hit home? The pictures of the NICU, the isolettes, the small & fragile baby...it all brought back tears that I thought I had gotten past. It's one thing to remember the journey, but to see the pictures of the nurses, the tubes, the machines, and even the latex gloves - it all came back as fresh as what I had for lunch yesterday. Today I can poo-poo the question "will she make it through the night?", but after reading this article and seeing the pictures, I can feel the nervousness and fear of last year. Every time the phone rang, my stomach would drop. Every time the alarms would beep, my heart would race. Every night before I fell asleep, I'd hope and pray that I could still see her in the morning.
When I was through reading the article and wiping my tears, I looked up to her...sitting in her high chair. With her 'bam-bam' pony tail on top of her head and peaches smashed all over her tray, it was such a sight. Such a happy, fabulous sight! From 990 grams to 19 pounds or even the inability to breathe on her own to screeching when she sees Mickey Mouse...such a happy, fabulous sight!
The Columbus Dispatch : From joy to fear http://www.dispatch.com/live/content/local_news/stories/2007/11/11/riley1.ART_ART_11-11-07_A1_I78DS62.html?sid=101
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