My friend's baby also has a September due date. While talking to my grandma about this, she asked where my friend was hospitalized. I named the facility (which has a great NICU) and to my shock, Grandma told me: "That's where you were! That's where they took you by ambulance after you were born!"
She told me stories about how the ambulance driver made the two-hour drive to pick us up in 40 minutes. How they filled gloves with warm water and placed them beside my sister and me to keep us warm. How the person who came to baptize us could hold each of us in one hand. How my sister spent her first three months at this hospital, and I, my first nine months.
I couldn't resist texting my friend, at that very hospital and on bed rest, with the news, and a couple of the following pictures:
So...guess who else spent their early months right where you are?
|Almost 2 weeks old, holding Mom's hand.|
|Several months later, and I'm bigger and got my trach put in. Yay, being able to breathe reliably!|
My sis (left) was home by the time we were 5 months old. I was still hospitalized. When she came to visit, we sometimes fell asleep holding hands.
|Having a bath, around 6 months.|