Recently, another set of preemie parents joined the club. Last Saturday, the hubby and I went and delivered a diaper bag stocked with preemie parent goods. A thermometer. Wet Ones, non-scented for sensitive skin. Unscented disinfectant spray. Hand sanitizer. Sensitive skin wipes and preemie and newborn diapers.
It was HARD seeing the hurt in that new mama’s eyes on the day she came home from the hospital without her little girl. We had driven south to help get the extra room done that they thought they had 7 or 8 weeks left to finish. On the drive home, I asked my husband if I looked like that on my discharge day.
We gave out new parent advice, but ours wasn’t about sleeping.
“You will check her breathing all the time. It’s normal for preemie parents, we still do at 3.5.”
“Ask the NICU nurses what nipples match theirs the best. It will make feeding and weight gain a lot easier when you get home.”
“Make sure you check the low end weight on your car seat. They don’t all go low enough.”
Hubby told the dad to invest in some v-neck white t-shirts to make kangaroo care easier.
My heart aches for them. I just hope we were able to show them they are not alone. That feeling of being SO ALONE and like absolutely no one understood was only second to missing our son while he was in the hospital every night.
Luckily, that sweet baby got to go home last night. I wish them a smooth transition home.