Wednesday, July 17, 2013
While walking through the halls of the hospital, especially the floor he was on gave me flashbacks to when my own little boy Henry was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Texas Health Harris Methodist Hospital Fort Worth. Seeing the giraffe beds and hearing the alarms go off on the O2 Sat monitors reminded me of those long eight weeks.
Henry was born 10 weeks early weighing in at a whopping 1lb. 15oz and 13.5in long. He was my little sea monkey and thankfully the only thing “wrong” with him was his size. He had a real lousy umbilical cord and was basically trying to get his nutrients through a coffee straw. So it became a matter of his growth and that’s why he needed to be delivered early. You should see his non-bellybutton, we call it a dimple. Poor guy. But happily we just celebrated his third birthday! Every year around his birthday I go back and read over the blog my husband and I kept during his NICU stay, and every time I cry and wonder how in the world we all came out alive. The ups and downs, the three steps forward 10 back and so on. But we made it and today Henry is just as crazy and obnoxious (in a good way) like every other three year old. There are times where I have to remind myself that he’s my little miracle so as to not lose my cool, if you know what I mean.
As Moms we all go through so much, even if your baby has never been in the NICU or hospitalized, it’s nice to know you’re not the only one. I reminded myself a lot that Henry is NOT the first baby to go through what he did and unfortunately won’t be the last. But I think it’s nice for Moms to find others in their same situation, to connect and talk and sometimes just vent….like when your three year old climbs on the desk, pees all over it and then plays in it…I can’t confirm the culprit but I’ll give you a guess. Moms we’re not alone, and someone somewhere has gone through the same situation. This too shall pass.
Laine Moses is a stay-at-home-Mom to Henry and Lucy.