This is soon before we left. I remember feeling that leaving was so anti-climatic. You wait and wait and wait to go home. Then one day they finally let you. The machines are turned off. The wires and lines are removed. The bracelets are cut off. You pack up your room. You say goodbyes. You calmly walk out those doors hoping to never return. (Well not return because you HAVE to but maybe because you WANT to).
The NICU is a wonderful/awful, terrible/amazing place. I hope I'm never there again because I have to be.
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