Lately I’ve been thinking back to when I first saw my son. I met him twice before I really met him. Let me explain. My son was first introduced to me as they were rushing him to the NICU and they were putting me under, I don’t remember it at all. Luckily my husband was able to snap a couple of pictures when it happened. After they put me all back together, they wheeled the gurney into the NICU for me to see him. I was still coming off of the anesthesia and barely remember this. I do remember them trying to fit the gurney between all those precious boxes caring for little babies, but I don’t really remember seeing my son.
Yesterday we had our 2 month check up. I can’t even believe he’s already 2 months! Any parent will tell you these appointments are tough on parent and child, but I found out quickly that you cannot prepare yourself for just how awful it truly is. I’m not a huge fan of needles, anyone close to me can tell you how much of a wimp I am when it comes to them. But when the nurses puts 3 of them on the table next to your baby boy and asks someone to hold his arms I was an even bigger wimp. I started crying the second I saw his face when she stuck him. I wanted to yell at the nurse for hurting him even though she’s just doing her job. I wanted to pick him up and snuggle him, make him know that it would all be okay, and never put him back down. Continue reading