Ja.son was actually the one who was going to come home first. On the day of his would-be discharge, he spiked a fever, had a grand mal seizure, and was bagged for 20 minutes while they tried to figure out what was going on in his little body. We had received that call, the one that NICU parents dread, only twenty minutes before, and I remember staring at my boy with a terror and hopelessness I hope to never feel again. He was a very sick little boy, and we were again scared that we might lose him. We definitely could have.
Those moments made this day eight years ago, when we were finally free of the NICU forever, even sweeter. Our family was together in our own home. It was another glorious day!
This day is another special occasion in this house, and like Sh.awn's, I hope it is something we can continue to celebrate forever. :)
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