I am watching someone very close to me go through the NICU experience. And I can't help but cry as I type and pray as I type because unless you have walked that road, you cannot completely understand the emotional roller coaster.
the relief that your baby is being taken care of by the best possible hands
but the resentment that those hands cannot yet be yours 24/7
the joy that your baby is here, on this earth
but the frustration that he is not yet in your home
the nodding of head when people offer you well-meaning words
but the screaming in your soul as you wonder, "Why us?"
the trips you could now walk blindfolded down the halls of the hospital
as you visit your baby instead of people visiting you
the anticipation as you hear "I think tomorrow is homecoming day"
followed by the disappointment with the words, "not yet" ringing in your ears
And I cry, remembering these moments, and I cry knowing they are experiencing this ride. If I was able, I would be making a road trip, as she did for me in my NICU days. In place of a hug and a visit, I ask this:
Say a prayer with me please for Baby J, his mama, daddy, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and more - for a homecoming soon and peace in this process.