Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Only in Kansas....

Two days after Zelda was born and we were still in the hospital, I was getting ready to take a shower when the tornado sirens went off. We live in Kansas so I thought nothing of it, until Gabe knocked on my bathroom door to inform me the rest of the family would be in the hall and to hurry up and finish my shower.

I rinsed off, jumped out, halfway dried off, threw clothes on, and headed into the hall where everyone from Labor and Delivery was gathered. There was a full on, touching the ground, tornado outside the window. Zelda was still in the NICU and we were told she was safer than we were, but we were all still on the sixth floor and it made me nervous.

Thankfully, the tornado was far away, it never reached us, and all is well.

I guess Zelda is a tried and true Kansan with her first tornado under her belt.

Monday, November 28, 2016

NICU Memories

There were a lot of difficult things about having Zelda be in the NICU, but there are some wonderful memories there as well.

When they were inserting Zelda's initial IV Gabe was in the NICU with her. They had to use the vein in her head, which Gabe was not expecting. He later told me "I had the strongest urge to hurt the nurse who was inserting her IV. I seriously wanted to hit her. It was so weird."

I love how protective my husband is of our children and our family.

Another memory was when Roland and Hazel met Zelda for the first time. I love the hospital that Zelda was born in and because it was only a level 2 NICU her siblings were able to come in and meet her and hold her only a day after she was born. The nurses were weary of Roland holding Z because of the IV line, and monitors she was on but Gabe and I reassured them he would be extra careful, and Roland, being Roland, was extremely careful with her. Hazel was a little too little to hold Z but was also careful as she sat on my lap next to Z pointed out her eyes and said "soft...soft" as she petted her head (her IV had been moved to her hand at this point).

I appreciated Zelda's nurses who encouraged breastfeeding and kangaroo holds and letting Gabe and I basically be in the room 24/7 if a medical procedure wasn't being done.

Zelda made her first little friend in the NICU, another baby who had IUGR (in utero growth restriction) was born within hours of her and they were next to each other. I joked with baby's mom through our privacy curtains as we nursed, that our babies were trying to talk to each other as they took turns crying.

Friday, November 18, 2016


After dealing with the stress of a high risk pregnancy, and watching two women with the exact same condition as me have to say goodbye to their babies I write this to remind myself.

Tonight Zelda laid next to me all snuggled up as I typed up a homework assignment. I looked at her and couldn't help but think "I know she is going to be awake and ready to eat and look around as soon as I finish this."

And I am grateful for that. I am grateful for every grunt, squirm, and cry. I am grateful for the sleep deprivation. I am grateful for the diaper changes and weeks of isolation that come with a newborn.

I am grateful because it means we got to bring our daughter home with us. These things mean she is healthy and thriving. They mean I get to watch my daughter grow and take in the world around her.