I was relieved when the nurse finally came back to tell me they were bringing me to my room. Up until now, I hadn't put much thought into why they had asked me what kind of health coverage I had. For any of you who know me, you'll also know I had just lost my job as a manager with Movie Gallery for the last 8 years, so needless to say, the coverage was pretty basic. The hospital was great though with our situation, and we found ourselves in a private room. It was nice to be on our own, to share time with our family and friends, and not have to be in a room with another set of new parents, with a perfectly healthy newborn. ( I hope that doesn't sound terribly insensitive, but I know other preemie moms will understand )
A few hours , and a couple rounds of pain meds later, the nurse came and asked if we were ready to see our son. Ready ?!?!?! Are you kidding ?!?!?! We had been waiting for this moment for hours !!!! Dave helped me into the wheelchair, and we made our way down to the NICU. I don't know what was going through either one of our minds at that moment really...I have to admit, I think there was just as much fear as there was excitement.
I think our hearts were both racing, as they showed us where to wash our hands before entering the NICU. I was a picture of pure 'hotness" in my hospital gown and humongous cankles...but at that moment none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that we were going to meet our son.....Liam.
The NICU at St.Joe's has since moved to Children's Hospital but at the time it was a level 3 NICU, meaning the sickest , and smallest babies were born or transported there. Liam was in the main unit of the NICU where the babies needing the highest level of care were.
Nothing, and I mean nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to see........
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