Last year about this time I wrote about the best days of my life.
1. Jan 2010 – The day I met Bryan.
2. Jan 25, 2014 – The day Bryan asked me to marry him.
3. Nov 12, 2016 – The day I married Bryan.
4. July 26, 2019 – The day we found out I was pregnant.
5. Jan 1, 2020 – The day Nell was born (even if it was traumatic)
6. Mar 10, 2020 – The day Nell came home – after 70 days in the NICU.
None of those days would have been possible without the one that came before it. That’s why they’re all the best days. But that last one was a total life changer.
We did not walk in to the NICU that morning expecting them to tell us that we could take her home. And then when we did get her in her car seat and walk out it almost felt wrong. Like we were stealing her from them. And that was definitely the most nerve-racking drive home of our entire lives. I was so nervous the whole time. She was just so tiny.
Since then, we’ve had 365 days of smiles, tears, cuddles, and screams. They haven’t been easy. And moving half way across the country with an 8.5 month old (5.5 months adjusted) was a entirely different beast to overcome.
But now we have a (mostly) healthy 14 month old (11 months adjusted). She’s currently battling what we think could be mild RSV, which mimics the common cold. Nothing a little Zyrtec won’t help.
While the last year has been a learning experience, a difficult one, we wouldn’t trade it for the world. I didn’t know what to expect out of motherhood but I have been incredibly blessed. Nell is such a happy baby. She makes most things so easy on us.
If you, or someone you know, is going through the NICU experience know that you are not alone. I know it’s not easy and there may be some days where you just want to give up. I’ve been there and I know sometimes it can be hard to just keep going. While our journeys most likely look very different, I’m here. I’m here to listen, to talk, to…whatever. Because as a NICU mama I’ve got you.