tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644934032161106296.post5879328746017590393..comments2023-03-22T06:23:03.102-07:00Comments on Riddle Me This...: And Then She Was HereRiddlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161871847137307519noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644934032161106296.post-53935918503245240172013-02-11T00:00:46.036-08:002013-02-11T00:00:46.036-08:00Gosh, I so vividly remember coming to see you afte...Gosh, I so vividly remember coming to see you after she was born. I cry every time I talk about it with Brian, recalling me saying "Hi, new Mom", and you sobbing,"Marti, she's so little...", and then you just fell apart. You looked like glass, so tiny and fragile, stuck in that stupid wheelchair, and all I wanted to do was scoop you up and tell you everything would be ok. You were devastated and there was no way for me to fix it. Poor Allen looked like death warmed over. He did a hell of a job keeping it together, though. He prepped me for what to expect in the NICU, what all the numbers on the machines meant, the whole nine. The first time seeing her was like kick to the gut. All the wires and cords and beeping from the machines. You almost had to search for her under all of it. But as awful as it was, I cherish the memories of the time spent sitting with her every night after work. She would hold my pinky while I sat with her and watched all the little babies in the NICU. The nurses were so fantastic with them, and with us. There were some amazingly special "firsts" for me with Lexi that I sometimes wish would have been captured on camera, but when I really think about it, I'm grateful it was just the two of us. The first time holding her, the first time feeding her, the first time she made eye contact with me. Heck, even the first diaper change. It was always so quiet and peaceful, and the nurses were great about letting me stay with her (let's just say they "forgot" what visiting hours were quite frequently). I'm sure there were lots of people they did that with, but I honestly can't recall. Truthfully, I don't really remember anything other than Lexi. Talk about tunnel vision. And man, leaving was the hardest thing! Gut wrenching to say the least. I don't know how you did it. She wasn't even my newborn and I felt like I was leaving my heart and soul in that place every night. I could barely make it to the car before I would start bawling like a big wimp. What a whirlwind, and it felt like forever. Fooooooeeeeeeevvvaaahhhhh. martihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11830337759924656748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644934032161106296.post-28275654307091924372013-02-10T12:38:35.947-08:002013-02-10T12:38:35.947-08:00You're making me cry! Wow... I remember my ex...You're making me cry! Wow... I remember my experience with you in the NICU and how worried I was, yet comforted that things would work out OK. Love you all!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15864836840657972858noreply@blogger.com