Today, Ryan is on my mind. A few weeks before Ryan was born, we found out that I had IUGR, that Ryan was not growing, and that he would have to be delivered early. We were told all the possible problems and what a stay in the NICU could entail.
7 yrs ago, I was sitting beside Ryan's isolate in the NICU just watching him. I wasn't even allowed to open the little door and hold his hand.
I remember being worried for him, but knowing that he was doing better then everyone thought. I remember wondering how Matthew, only 15 months old, was going to deal with Mommy rooming in at the hospital to be close to the new baby so I could pump and feed him when the time came. I remember wondering how long before all of this would be behind us.
Ryan did very well and 5 days later, came home weighing 4 lbs 3 oz. I remember thinking 'am I even allowed to take such a little baby home?'
He was small (first day home)
But he grew quickly. (1 month and the last day he wore that preemie outfit!)
And today, I can look back and know that all of that is behind us. My boy is 7 today.
Happy Birthday Ryan!