Be brave.
A sentence that we spoke often in the NICU to our sweet boy.
Every day I would tell Beckett how proud I was of how brave he was. How brave he still is.
My heart has just been heavy for those preemie/NICU graduates who have to continue to be brave for more surgeries, more procedures, more tests...as if it wasn't enough getting a good NICU stay under your belt. I think it's safe to say preemie bravery doesn't stop after going home from the NICU.
Maybe it's because we are anticipating upcoming Beckett's eye surgery (which is rescheduled for March 13, by the way) or maybe it's because right now we are journeying with a lot of brave preemies. And their parents.
There is anxiety, worry, fear of "re-living" being in the hospital. Even though it's different than the NICU, a preemie parent never knows what is going to trigger those ever so vulnerable emotions to take them back to the days of desperation, watching their tiny baby fight for his or her life. And I'm so thankful that not EVERY day in the NICU was like that...but ask any of us...the rough days when they had to be "real brave"...those were ones we do remember. I'll never forget the night I stayed with Beckett until 4 am waiting to make sure he was stable enough for me to feel comfortable going home. The isolette was popped open, a couple more nurses came in to assist, and I'll never forget the words of the charge nurse, as they were giving him blow by oxygen saying "he just won't breathe."
We had to "let go of control" Beckett's first 88 days of life...and Ellie's first 71. So the thought of handing my sweet Beckett over to be put under general anesthesia, just brings me to tears. I completely trust Dr. Packwood. It's not that. I completely agree that the surgery is necessary. It's not that. And I know this is supposed to be a "no big deal/textbook case" type of eye surgery. It's not that either.
I know, even though we are at home, I still don't "have control," but what I mean is in the sense of...
Beckett's under my care now. We've been home over year from the NICU, and then some. I'm the one to comfort him when he's scared. He knows me. I know him. And very well. I am his mama. But now, he is old enough to give you "that look." The "mom, what are they doing? I don't understand" look. And then it just takes you back to the NICU, and you wonder haven't we been through enough?
My heart just is heavy.
I journey with newly titled preemie mama friend who just started the road in the NICU with one, and one in Heaven. I don't want her to have to go through it.
I journey with a preemie mama of twins who continues to get frustrated with every single feeding with both babies, wondering and praying when will get get past this "phase." I don't want her to have to go through it.
I journey with a preemie mama who is exhausted, and trying to comfort her 1 year old son, after having cranial surgery because his sutures prematurely closed. I don't want her to have to go through it.
I journey with a preemie mama who has a 2nd grader who now has seizures likely due to the Grade 4 brain bleed they discovered in the NICU. I don't want her to have to go through it.
I journey with a preemie mama who continues to be patient for when her son will have the desire to eat aside from the "full" feeling he gets from his g-button feedings. I don't want her to have to go through it.
I'm so thankful God gave me an empathetic heart that cares for other people...especially those preemie parents and those tiny babies. But there are definitely days that I don't want to have to go through it. But that's where the bravery comes back into play.
Preemie bravery isn't just for the NICU. And bravery isn't just for the preemie. It's for the parents too. And also for the friends and family choosing to be brave and journey with them...however long it is.
"Watch, stand fast in the faith, be brave, be strong." 1 Corinthians 16:13
Be brave. Celebrate everything. Cheer loud. This life God gave us is such a gift.