Tales from the NICU -- PART IV (Going Home)

Stories from the preterm birth of our daughter, Madeline, in May 2014 -- from my water breaking and hospitalization at 30 weeks, to her birth at 32 weeks, to our 38 day stay in the NICU.

23 JUNE 2014 - 38 DAYS, GOING HOME
 
The end is finally here! (Or the beginning, depending on how you want to look at it…)

Madeline is just over 5 weeks old today (still a full 2 weeks shy of her July 8th due date). She weighs in at just over 6 pounds,and her eyes turned definitively blue yesterday. Most excitingly, she finally gets to come home today!
It’s been exactly 7 weeks since my water broke and I was admitted to the hospital on May 5th, and the past 2 months have been a true test of our faith, our patience, and our strength and unity as a family. 
Some reflections on our time here:

While most new parents are discharged from the hospital almost immediately after giving birth, we’ve had the opportunity to hang around and get really close with our medical team. I am beyond impressed with the health professionals who’ve cared for our daughter – her incredible nurses who work tirelessly to do a job that I never could, and who, by the way, have cared for us nearly as much as (and, on my more challenging days, more than) they’ve cared for Madeline;
the neonatal nurse practitioners who are on staff 24 hours a day, and who are nothing less than brilliant;
the neonatal assessment program team, who have so patiently educated us on all manner of baby care techniques to which I would otherwise have remained oblivious (how many parents get professional training in everything from feeding, to diaper changing, to burping, to infant massage and acupressure...?);
and everyone else who has provided their expertise (lactation consultants, pediatricians, and administrative staff).
Thank you, all, for saving our baby.

Throughout our stay, I have felt genuinely cared for on a personal level. Nurses who were working different units, or assigned to other families have gone out of their way to stop by and connect with us. It’s helped stave off the demoralization and depression that can creep up on you in here, and I will never forget them for that.

Finally, Boulder Community Hospital, itself, is a beautiful facility, and we’ve been quite fortunate to be able to stay here. While this wasn’t my first choice, I don’t have any terrible qualms about this having been Maddie’s first “home.” I haven’t spent my whole time here feeling as if I needed to immediately whisk her away from some awful place. It’s not the worst place to spend the first few weeks of life, and that’s not the case for most NICU facilities. The set up and the amenities have allowed us to begin to develop in to a close family unit and establish a routine, despite the circumstances.

I’ve spent so much of our time here wanting things to be different, wanting it to be over so that we can leave and get started on our journey as a family, only to have to remember, again and again, that this IS the journey – we’re on it already. Perhaps this is just the nature of parenting. Sometimes, it’s just going to be like this – not the way I planned it, challenging, frustrating, but never without its silver linings.

Were I to assign one word to my experience as a whole, it would be “gratitude.” While it’s been a long, sometimes arduous, 7 weeks, I will say that I am, above all else, indescribably grateful. The bottom line is that we get to leave here with a healthy, happy baby girl.
I can’t wait to show Madeline the world, to bring her to her new home, to introduce her to her very first pets, to watch her learn and grow, and to continue to walk her journey with her.
What a gift.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.