You can't see my wings, but on August 13th, I became a Fairy Godmother. On August 13, Charlie (or as he will be referred to from now on by me...Piglet) decided that it was time to be in the world. Unfortunately, he wasn't supposed to show up until October 13th. When he was born, Piglet weighed just over 2 pounds and was eight weeks early. Today he weighed in at 4 lbs 4 oz and poohed all over his plexiglass castle, his father, his awesome camo sleeper, and...me. And it was awesome. I actually had to pick his mother up off of the floor she was laughing so hard. What a difference a month makes. When I first visited Piglet in the hospital, he was two days old, I couldn't see him and his Mama, one of my closest friends since college, was understandably exhausted, worried, hungry, stressed, and did I mention exhausted?
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| Just think of me as Merryweather :) wiith better cleaning skills |
Today, I got to hold him (don't tell his grandparents, but I was the first non-medical person other than his parents to hold him and feed him-perks of being a fairy godmother) and feed him and hopefully, tomorrow, this miracle baby gets to home. If every nurse in that NICU is as awesome as Piglet's nurse today was, he had fantastic care the entire time.
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