Well it took me long enough to do another entry. I am going to be playing catch for awhile now.
The first few months of Maylee's young life was a whirlwind. Most date nights consisted of me and Stu hitting the friendly neighborhood subway for dinner and head back to the NICU to be with our little girl. Oh and hit the club for a little bit- aka dance party in our car on our drive to the hospital. But really there were some sweet moments, reading to her, being told from the nurses to stop laughing so loud, just feeling connected to her and starting to realize that I was a mother. A Mother! finally...
I remember that I was sick during much of Maylea's stay in the NICU. It was difficult but I was healing and grateful that I had my wonderful husband and nurses who were watching over my sweet little girl. I remember Stu was visiting May one night and called me and I sang to her over the phone. I cried a little but I was so happy that I could sing to her even if it was over the phone.
( the nurses would have me do skin to skin, like almost a kangeroo, so she would get the sensation of being inside of me even though she wasn't. It felt so good to be close like that. Goodness she used to be so small.... the other picture is me being able to feed her for the first time, she was still a little to small to breast feed. I was very excited!)
We were in the NICU for about 7 weeks. And she did great! She flew by each step she needed to accomplish before coming home. Almost too fast ( I know 7 weeks might seem long but I was sick most of the time) and by the time the doctor called me telling me we could take her home the next day I freaked out! I was like, I'm not ready, the house is a mess. I am going to do something wrong, she is so little. But when she came home and was finally in her little bed all peaceful, so were Stu and I.
It felt so good to all be home together..finally.
(coming home and our first walk as a family!)
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