My husband and I went from excitement over the impending birth to being frightened over our son's health. Once I was recovered enough to go to NICU, we made the trek down the hall to visit our son. I'll never forget the sight of my son in the tiny NICU bed with the oxygen hood over his head, wires and tubes everywhere, and machines beeping. He was so adorable; our little creation. I just wanted to eat him up but I COULDN'T EVEN HOLD HIM.
All my husband and I could do was hold his little hands and run our fingers over his little body. He looked so helpless lying in that bed. But he was a fighter. For 24 hrs he had that oxygen hood on and the hole just was not closing up. The doctors finally decided to give him oxygen through a nose piece and within hours the hole had closed up. WE COULD FINALLY HOLD HIM!!
Finally at a day and a half old, he was wrapped snuggly in his mama's arms where he belonged. My husband and I sat there in the NICU taking turns holding our precious son.
He continued to grow and he was able to go home with mommy after spending 3 nights in the hospital.
Our little fighter under the hood. I tell people that he was a little astronaut wearing a helmet.
A very tired mama with her birthday present. This mama loves her present!
Daddy with our little fighter. I love seeing my two Wendells together. Very fitting that our son shares my birthday and his daddy's name.
At this point anticipation was building because I knew I'd be holding my baby soon.
Our little fighter. Clinging tightly to daddy's hand. Hold fast, son, we won't steer you wrong.
My husband's face says it all: pure jubilation over finally holding our son.
One very happy mommy with her precious baby boy.
One of my favorite pictures of my husband and son.
Greatest feeling in the world: holding your child in your arms.
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