Two Thursdays ago we visited our NICU at UNC Children's Hospital. It was the first time we walked through the doors, inside of the germ-protected bubble, since we last walked out nearly 17 months ago.
We were both reduced to tears when we spoke to our doctors and nurses. But this time, instead of crying and sobbing and asking God to please heal our daughter; we were crying tears of joy. Tears of thanksgiving that We. Made. It.
|Bea wore the diaper on the left, folded down twice to fit...|
To us, Superheros look more like this:
|The girl loves a mustache ...|
And like this:
And like this:
These are the faces of the our heroes. Instead of capes, they wear white coats and scrubs and carry stethoscopes. They smell like hand sanitizer and talk in soft, whispery voices. Most importantly, instead of saving you from an evil villain, they save your child from the brink of death.
Don't be fooled by their everyday appearance, though. These people... they have super powers. Sure, it's not X-ray vision or invisibility. Instead, it's quick thinking, nimble hands and a lot of patience.
These are the faces of the people who taught us how to be parents to a baby that was smaller than our shoe. They're the ones who sat and held our hands and said things like, "She's doing great!" on those really tough days when we were ready to give up.
Because of our Superheros, today we not only have a healthy ex-preemie; we have a thriving, beautiful, strong daughter.
Note: The N&O did a great story about the opening of Pod G (which is the reason we went back). You can find that article here. And here, you can see photos taken by a actual photographer, courtesy of UNC Hospitals. There's a nice shot of a super-cute former preemie around Photo Number 10.