When my son was about a week old, a very patient and wise NICU nurse encouraged me to change my son’s diaper for the first time. I will never forget how my hands shook as we maneuvered wires to delicately dab his tiny bottom with a cotton ball. I have no doubt she could have completed the task in less than a minute, but she took the extra ten minutes to help me have that important bonding experience with my son. It was the first time I truly took part in his daily care. And in many ways, it was our first bonding experience. The hug I had been waiting for. [Read more]
As a supportive network of NICU parents, we do our best not to compare experiences, but to recognize that everyone’s experience is different, and everyone’s feelings about that experience are completely valid. It seems no matter how long the NICU stay, many of us carry some degree of guilt about not being able to protect our babies.
Each experience is unique to that parent. [Read more]
New years are always filled with the prospects of new possibilities. I always aim to be more productive, more organized, more present. I vow to read more, to write more, to choose creative pursuits over mind-numbing time wasters (although we all need to appreciate the value of a good Netflix binge once in a while). […]
One of your friends just landed themselves in the NICU. Let me guess. You want to help, but you have no idea what to say or what to do. Fear not, many of us who have been there have these suggestions to help! [Read more]
On a cold day in December in the early eighties, my dad saw a man walking down the highway carrying an old sewing machine. My dad stopped and offered the man a ride. As the miles passed, the man shared that he had taken his late wife’s sewing machine into town for repairs because he needed to mend his young son’s clothes. It was apparent the man was facing some very difficult times. [Read more]