Today Scarlette is two weeks old. We're taking her a little present. I still can't hold her because she has lines in all of her arms and feet, but I can give her a little blanket that I slept with, so she feels near me. I was singing to her as they worked on her the other day. She was crying and kept reaching both of her arms out towards my voice. I wanted to much to take her and hold her to me. She's been with us for fourteen days and I am so profoundly changed.
They tell me constantly that the NICU experience is a roller coaster, with up days and down days but that's not true. The days are always down, it's her that is the up.
From your head down to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine.
Thank you for praying for her. Thank you for loving my daughter.
