Don't those lungs look healthy to you? Just think how bad they would've been!
2. I drove 2 hours each way every day to visit my son in the NICU for the last 4 months of his hospital stay. For the first 2 months he was only 40 minutes away, but even that deserves an award.3. I chose an outfit for Noah to be buried in when he was 2 months old. We were told he would not live and we had come to grips with that. I think sometimes the most loving thing you can do is being willing to let go.
4. I've "helped" with things that would make most people more than a little uncomfortable. I've held my son's head still so his vent could be retaped, his PICC line could be retaped.... pretty much anything that his devious little hands could reach I've held him still or taped it down. I've watched retinal exams and my son's hernias being reduced. I held the C-PAP on for an hour when my son was extubated the first time because it didn't fit right and kept falling off.
5. I stick a magnet to Noah's head numerous times a day. He pulls it right back off again, but I just do it again (and I rarely complain about it).
5. I learned how to insert an ng tube. I did it more than once even though it made me cry afterwards each time. I did it because having Noah home was more important than my comfort zone.
Can you blame me for using all that tape?
7. I picked out 4 different "coming home" outfits for my son. Ok, so that was fun. But each time he came home meant he had been back in the hospital again - that wasn't so much fun.
I'm kind of partial to #2.