Several weeks later, another mom said something to me along the same vein. This mother was in the NICU for the second time; she suffered from preeclampsia and had had spent more than 100 days in the NICU with her first child and was approaching 3 months with her second. She explained to me that she recoiled every time someone suggested that her children were sick. In her eyes, they weren't sick they were just early and needed some time to develop before coming home.
Over the next 7 weeks in the NICU I learned that there were so many people willing to help provide my son with that love and support. The neonatologists, nurses, residents, dieticians, nurse practitioners, respiratory technicians, lactation consultants, unit clerks and other staff all played a role in supporting him as he fed and grew.
No one wants their child to start off life as a sick child. I realized that these two friends were right; the people around me took their cues on how to treat my son from how I viewed/described the situation. From then on when people asked me how he was doing I answered that he was just a little tiny and early but doing well. And he continues to do well - at 9 weeks adjusted he smiles, coos, lifts his head, holds our gaze and is an impressive 12 lbs. All he really needed was a little love and support along the way.
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