I have been reading this blog about a family dealing with CF. They had a baby in January at 25 weeks-Gwyneth Rose. She was a micro preemie. The dad, Nathan, finally has blogged about what his emotions were that first day, trying to bond with his baby girl in the NICU. She was less than 2 pounds when she was born.
I could certainly understand some of what he was feeling, though I would never imagine to think our situations were the same. Through those first days, despite all the tests and medical information we were given about Lucas, I never thought he wouldn't make it-it never entered my mind that he wasn't going to leave the hospital. I didn't know when this would happen and I expected there to be some linger health issues, but I firmly believed that he would make it. I have no idea where that strength came from-was it mother's intuition? Was it already knowing how strong my little guy was, that he was a fighter and would prove them wrong? I just think that when faced with a "crisis" like ours, being taken off guard by having to deliver early, I would have expected there to be some doubt. But maybe because everything else hadn't gone according to plan, I had to find hope in something and so I found it my little guy. Thank you for proving me right Lucas!
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