StogieNinja
Derek | BoM June 2014
Paul, six and a half years ago, my son was born eight weeks early.
I remember very well those endless nights and long days spent in the NICU, helpless to do anything at all, your blood pressure spiking with every beep of those awful monitors, praying desperately for your baby to grow stronger. The endless hand sanitizer, and hospital food, and buzzing in and out of the room. The masks if you had a sniffle, and not being able to think of anything else at work. The trips from the hospital back home, sometimes feeling hopeful, often not. Always feeling like you left your heart behind.
Your post is a timely reminder to me of how much I have to be grateful for. My son will turn seven in November, and is in perfect health now.
Congratulations to you and your wife, and happy birthday to your son!
I remember very well those endless nights and long days spent in the NICU, helpless to do anything at all, your blood pressure spiking with every beep of those awful monitors, praying desperately for your baby to grow stronger. The endless hand sanitizer, and hospital food, and buzzing in and out of the room. The masks if you had a sniffle, and not being able to think of anything else at work. The trips from the hospital back home, sometimes feeling hopeful, often not. Always feeling like you left your heart behind.
Your post is a timely reminder to me of how much I have to be grateful for. My son will turn seven in November, and is in perfect health now.
Congratulations to you and your wife, and happy birthday to your son!