Izzy was ransacking our room- what she does best these days- and she came across her "going home" outfit I had tucked away in a cabinet. She was trying to fit the little hat on her head- which didn't work out very well for her- I sat and watched her and was amazed at how far she has come.
|This picture always reminds me that kids know more of what is going on than we think. I can see it in his eyes...he knows his sister is struggling.|
He has visted each of my babies when they were in the hospital and when we were scared. I am forever grateful to him for being there each and every time. He can be a silent but powerful presence. He might not speak a lot but you always know he is praying.
We were buzzed into the NICU- I had to announce my arrival to see my baby- and I remember scrubbing my hands and arms for what felt like a lifetime. My hands have never been so clean as they were that week in the NICU. I showed my ID and got a Mommy pass and then we walked into the NICU. It was overwhelming and I hadn't even reached Izzy's station. I probably had the same thoughts as the other parents when I laid eyes on Izzy... she looked out of place.
|Izzy got her own name bling|
Ryan and I had to learn lots before we were allowed to leave with Izzy. First, we had to attend a baby CPR class. Thankfully, I have had a refresher course because I was pretty much a zombie that night and couldn't remember a thing when I walked out the door. Then, Izzy was issued a heart monitor and we had to take a class on the ins and outs of how the machine worked. Then, came our overnight trial stay. Who knew, with my third child, I would be so scared to be left for 12 hours overnight- even with a nurse right outside the door. But we all survived our night. So we had passed all of our tests and classes and now it was Izzy's turn to pass her last importatnt test. She had to be able to sit in her car seat for an hour without her oxygen levels dropping. Each time she was tested, we would call in and get word that she didn't pass and we began to feel defeated. This was the only thing keeping her in the hospital. We were so ready to get home to our boys and bond with our baby girl. They decided to try again but this time using a bed car seat and she passed. Nana and I celebrated and quickly packed our bags and went to get our girl. We were heading home!
|Izzy in the car seat bed.|