Time To Leave The NICU Behind
“Come on, Joel. If we don’t leave now, I’m going to want to go to sleep rather than have dinner.â€
Those were the words my wife, Rachel, used to try to tear me away from Evy on Saturday night, about a half hour after her 8 p.m. feeding. As many times as she told me how tired she was, though, I couldn’t walk away. Evy was fully awake, looking around and engaging with me as much as a tiny 2-month-old preemie could. She would look at me, nestle into my hand when I put it on her face, and suck on my pinkie when I put it near her mouth. And since she was now in a crib instead of an Isolette, I could reach in and gently caress and play without a layer of plastic between us.
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