I can't begin to describe the swirl of emotions that Deb and I feel when we look at little Grace as she struggles to begin her life. Sometimes we are so sure she will make it that all doubts are swept from our minds. At times it seems impossible that this tiny speck that looks like a cross between a chicken wing and a space alien (sorry, she does) could possibly survive the trauma of being dragged into this cold unfriendly world. She only had time for one pathetic little "mew" as the cold air hit her wrinkled red little body before she was swept into a warming bed and plastic inserted into every opening she has. How much longer will it be before we can clutch that tiny body with those perfect little fingers and toes into our arms?
Deb had a brief moment to hold her today as the nurse changed the blankets around her. For just a few moments Mom was so close to being able to gather Grace up and snuggle her. While she suffers the ignominy of the tubes, the rapid-fire violation of the vent, receives blood and nutrition by vein, we wipe her poor little dry mouth with saline and feel like parents.
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