Last Labor Day weekend I was admitted to BWH. It was right around 8pm that the Big Guy and I were being prepped for what it would be like to deliver a 23 week old baby. We met for two hours with doctors from the NICU. Every second of the conversation was truly horrifying. I didn't make eye contact with the Big Guy once. I couldn't. I knew if I looked at him and saw fear in his eyes it would be the end of me. I can't recall any other time in my life when I was this petrified {except on the evening that I actually gave birth to NPF4}. It wasn't until the NICU doctors asked us if we had any questions that I glanced at my hubby of six years and started sobbing uncontrollably. All he said was "we can do this." Of course he would say this. He always says this. He says this for one reason - because it's true. We always survive.
Adapt and overcome - the Big Guy's life motto. Words I'm forced to live by. Perhaps reluctantly live by is more accurate. We are fighters and it's quite obvious our sweet NPF4 is also a fighter. He held on. He waited another 10 weeks to make his debut. Our life today would be very different had he made his appearance last year at this time.
So cheers to our little fella and being in a much happier, healthier place than 365 days ago. xox
