In April, we welcomed a new addition to our family. A 9 lb. 3 oz. baby girl named Emery. My daughter didn’t handle the pregnancy well (numerous complications), and even though Emery came in at a healthy weight, she was born weeks early,and she was not healthy.
Two days after delivery she was life flighted to a hospital an hour away that had a NICU ward. After being poked and prodded, she was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension. We were incredibly fortunate that hers was the most mild form, and after ten days in the ward she was released. We then went through a thirty day at home quarantine. It seemed like a lifetime, waiting to meet her in a normal setting without IV lines and oxygen tubes seemingly wrapped around her body. The day finally came and it was a tearful meeting, to say the least.
It seemed like it happened in the blink of an eye, but it came time for my daughter to return to work, however daycare was not available in our area, plus there was a noticeable nervousness about turning over a newborn with medical issues to a stranger. That being said, I put aside my writing became her caretaker for the few months. I won’t say it was easy, because it wasn’t. But, it certainly was rewarding.
She’s the happiest baby I’ve ever been around. And now that she’s finally in a daycare we’re familiar with and have great confidence in, I can finally get back to work with peace of mind that all is right in my little world.
So, keep reading, enjoy your life, and hug your family every chance you get.