Do you notice something different about my little girl???
That’s right…NO TUBES!!! No feeding tube. No oxygen. Nothin’. She’s just doing it all on her own.
She still has wires that are connected to all of the monitors she wears, but the assistance to breathe and eat is a thing of the past. We’ve been told that preemie babies sometimes waiver and need to return to the assistance a time or two before they are ready to come home, so we are not out of the woods just yet. But we are so, so close.
Feeding the baby is the highlight of my day. I just want to do it in my jammies, in the comfort of my own home. I want to be able to talk to my daughter without wondering if the nurses think I’m crazy for telling my week old baby that I have so many dreams for her. That I thank her for fighting so hard to stay in this world. That her daddy keeps breaking down in tears when he realizes how much he loves her. That our 7-year-old neighbor Kenzie wants to be her best friend AND her baby-sitter. Or that I’ve never accomplished anything in my life that has made me more proud than starting a family with this wonderful man she’ll call Daddy.
For all of you that have already been through this new-mommy phase, you are probably familiar with this overwhelming sense of pride and joy. And I can tell from all of your comments that this phase just grows and grows as your child grows and grows.
I joked with my girlfriend that surely I’m the only woman in the world who has ever been through pregnancy, because if all women had done this, we would tell each other how awful it is and there’s no way we would all do it after hearing the reality of it all. And my friend Susan laughs and says, “Once you hold that little baby, the pains of pregnancy just disappear. You’ll see…”
Just a few days after Drew’s arrival I admitted that I now understand… I can still think back to the misery of my pregnancy, but I would do it all again for my little Drew. Our birth story was way too overwhelming for me to be ready to jump in right away, but I get it. I totally get it.
Starting a family feels like an extension of every wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced. A whole-new life with whom we get to share our home, our funny stories, our silly family traditions, and our love. A little girl that carries the name of a fallen soldier that meant so much to my husband, and I am certain was with our little girl as she fought for her life. She’s already proven to be a tough one, the nurses call her “feisty”.
Feisty is a term I may have heard a time or two in my life. So Drew may look just like her daddy… but maybe she got a little of her mom’s feisty nature???