It’s hard to comprehend that it has been a year since Tom and I were at the hospital for Emily’s arrival. Below is a little clip of Emily with the nurses when she was about 5 minutes old. Tom was telling them her name and getting some footage she’ll enjoy seeing some day. After all we had been through, hearing her loud cry was beautiful music to our ears. She stayed in the NICU for three weeks, but all in all, she was in fine shape.
My doctor was walking a tightrope the weeks I was in the hospital preceding Em’s arrival. We had to get far enough along for Emily’s sake, but not so far that I ended up losing my eyesight or having a stroke or seizures. With William, I was in a life-threatening situation 13 years earlier due to preeclampsia. But the Lord had his hand on the situation, and the staff at the hospital was so kind and professional.
I had many different nurses during that time, and there was not one that was problematic. They were angels, all of them, and I gained a new appreciation for the work that these women do, sometimes literally running to meet the needs of everyone on the floor on busy shifts. God bless them. The NICU nurses were also wonderful in the way they handled all those little babies. I never worried with Emily in their care, and there were tears in my eyes more than once in gratitude for the world’s best health care that was available to us in America that day. What a difference it made for our baby.
It’s 6:55 AM. Emily was born at 6:57. When we finally brought her home three weeks later, we gathered around her in our family room and sang the Doxology together.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.