Thank you all for your continued support & interest. We just got back from spending the evening at the NICU. They lost two infants today, not one. That's why they asked us to stay away. There is one room, the bad room, the room you never want to go to where they take the small ones that aren't going to live, and because it was already occupied they made an area of the main room into a second bad room. The second infant was in the bay yesterday next to my son. He and his twin sister were the same size as our son. You're not supposed to look because of privacy but I was rooting for him also. The parents also live in the Ronald MacDonald House, we've spoken. He had a brain bleed and now he's gone. The mother is silently bereft. All the nurses had cried too.
Our wing is very quite now, eerie. Only three babies & one of them full term, and our tiny little son. He sleeps and eats, each mundane day is a victory which brings him closer to a transfer to a lower intensity care unit. Tonight he lay in my arms for an hour outside of the incubator. My heart soared like a Hawk, but it is hard to be joyful on such a day.
