My husband had come up with the brilliant idea of reading stories to our daughter when we visited since we could not hold her and all we could do was watch. I found a book that one of my dad’s colleagues had given to me as a small girl many years before, Michael Bond’s Book of Bears.
One evening when the two of us went to visit we took the book with. We sat in our little section of that busy NICU unit and proceeded to read the story to her together. It was another way for us to bond as a family. For that few minutes, in the midst of incubators, monitors and nursing staff, I felt a little bit of normalcy in a stressful situation. For that brief moment in time I actually felt like I was a mom. I felt as though I had finally done something worthwhile. I felt peace. For a brief moment in time we forgot about our surroundings and other was just the three of us. All thanks to my husband and his seemingly silly suggestion.
We were halfway through week two when the neonatologist on duty approached me and informed me that within a few days we would be able to hold our angel for the first time. I was excited and frightened at the same time. She still looked so fragile. I had spent plenty of time with babies but this was a whole other ball game for me.
A few days later on Saturday 18 June I held my daughter for the first time. I had butterflies in my stomach as the nurse disconnected her, patiently waiting to hold her. The nurse nestled her on my bare chest and it was only once she settled in that I realised that I had been holding in my breath. It felt wonderful to just hold her even though due to her size I didn’t know what to do with my hands. She made herself comfortable between my breasts while I made sure to support her neck. It felt so strange because it was put into perspective again to me just how small she really was. I was reminded of the odds she had defeated thus far.
Sunday 19 June was Father’s day and my husband was able to hold Rebecca for the first time. It was an extra special Father’s day in our family. Just watching how my daughter reacted to being on my husband’s chest was amazing. Yet another slice of heaven in the midst of our storms. I watched as my husband had his first father daughter conversation with our little angel and sang to her.
Tuesday 21 June was another day of celebration for us. Rebecca overcame another milestone. I was at home with my mom when I received another picture of Rebecca from our NICU angel asking if we noticed anything different. It took me a while to notice what exactly the difference was. Then I saw it; my daughter was no longer on the oxygen. She could breathe on her own. I re-examined the picture with joy and disbelief before replying. We were one step closer to bringing her home. One less set of pipes to worry about. I remember coming to visit her one day in the week before and whilst I was there she pulled the oxygen out of her nose making me so concerned but the nurses were quick to respond and assure me that it was normal for them to try that. It was no one less thing for me to stress about. Our little miracle was once again doing us proud.