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One Year From Now

Life with a preemie #25

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This afternoon I walked in the doors of Community Regional Medical Center, carrying Timothy in my sling. As I took in the too familiar sounds and smells, watching people who were waiting for other people, I looked at Timothy and covered his head with my hand, almost to protect him from that place. As I covered his head I prayed, praising God for giving me this beautiful, healthy baby boy. We waited for the elevator to take us to the fourth floor and I had to intentionally steady my breathing so I wouldn't hyperventilate. Tears filled my eyes as I was overwhelmed by the emotions I was feeling. I was taking Timothy back to the place where he spent the first 86 days of his life.

I have been wanting to bring Timothy in so I could show the staff of the NICU the result of their hard work. Our little boy is one of the success stories. The staff deserve to see him because they will forever be part of his life. He might never know their faces or their names but they were the people used by God to care for him when we weren't able to. I was met at the door by one of our nurse friends and she took us around to show us off. Many of the staff remembered me and Timothy. That's not incredibly surprising considering I spent hours every day by his bedside. I was able to talk with Dr. Rajani, one of the neonatologists. He gave me a big hug and asked how my Indian cooking was coming along. He remembered our others kids and asked about them and Jeremy. He asked specific questions about Timothy's health, wanting to know how a baby that was born at 840 grams was faring a year later. He immediately asked to hold Timothy, so I took him out of the sling and he held him for several minutes while we talked.

 

Lilly took me farther down and I had the chance to meet another mom of two micropreemies, born at 25 weeks. Just yesterday she and her family celebrated the short life of her precious wee girl that is in Heaven now. Today she was at the bedside of her precious wee boy that is fighting for his life, with a smile on her face because she knows he is worth the fight. She had several questions for me as a fellow mom of a micropreemie. I was so privileged to be able to share a little bit of our story with her and I pray that I can continue to encourage her on this long journey.

As I walked away from that mom and finished up my short visit to the NICU, I knew that our preemie days are over. Yes, Timothy will always be classified as an ex-preemie, an ex-25 weeker. It's an important distinction when we are talking with medical professionals because it gives them a paradigm in which to work, to understand from where he's come. But now, he's just our boy, Timothy David White. Born 1lb 13oz, currently 19lbs, 6oz. He has captured the heart of all of his siblings and has his grandpa wrapped around his little finger. His bright blue eyes instantly remind me of his daddy. He is a little boy that is known by God. My prayer for him, as with all of our children, is that he will love the Lord his God with all of his heart, soul, mind, and strength.

Those 86 days helped to shape him, and me. I will never forget. I know that I will have many, many opportunities to tell our story. The story of a tragic situation that God used to point people to Him. I pray that I will continue to point people to Him all of my days.

 

 

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