A NICU Story (part 1)


Breath In, Breath Out.

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For most parents seeing your newborn is a matter of staring in their direction while sitting sleep deprived on the couch but for us, for 247 days we would have to drive 70 miles one way, pay a hundred dollars a month to park, walk across the street sometimes in freezing weather, show the security guard our badge, take the elevator to the 3rd floor, pick up a phone that was outside the locked doors of the NICU, wait to get buzzed in, sign in, check out a lock, put our belongings in a locker, rigorously and diligently wash our hands, put on a gown and then and only then could we see our baby.

The first time we walked in to the NICU we were greeted with a smiling face which was ironic because it seemed like the saddest place to be. We were taught how to wash…

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