Dear Nurses at St. Lukes Roosevelt Neonatal Intensive-Care Unit,
In the meantime, you taught me how to get a good latch and use a breast pump. You taught me how to change his diaper in the isolette, with all those wires in the way. You told us not to rely on the monitors, but I remember how terrified I was when the all the wires came off - how would we know if his oxygenation levels were okay? Before we left you taught us how to give him a sponge bath and use a car seat. You were the first to show me the details of how to be a mother.
In the end no one could say for sure why Roan had stopped breathing. A barium swallowed led to a reflux diagnosis, which was the likely cause. We got a Zantac prescription and discharge papers. I was relieved and happy but also panicked: I didn't want to bring him home without all of you there with me.
At 18 months I no longer worry that my son will stop breathing. I worry about bumps and bruises and is he eating enough vegetables - universal worries that all parents share. I don't often think about those never ending days in the NICU, but when I do I remember all the small kindnesses and am overcome with gratitude. Maybe you were just doing your jobs, but it felt like so much more to me. The NICU was my whole world and you kept it turning. Thank you.
Cameron McClure
"Baby Boy McClure"
This is great--did you actually send it to them? I bet they would love it.
ReplyDeleteI ordered some photos of Roan and will send it with photos... I've been meaning to do this for so long. Those nurses were absolutely amazing. I would make them cookies, but I'm not sure that would be considered a nice gesture, considering my baking skills...
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