Little Miss Minion had her ophthalmologist appointment on Thursday and I’m happy to report that she had no issues related to her prematurity! She’s probably going to get my eyesight, but hers aren’t bad enough to do anything about yet. And the doctor said she “doesn’t look like her chart” in terms of being a 28 weeker with hydrocephalus. Her eyes look remarkably good, especially considering her rough start.
Before the eye doctor, we went to the hospital cafe for breakfast. On the weekends, we would usually get breakfast and sit outside for a while before heading back in to the nicu. It was so strange to have little miss minion with us as we walked the halls.
After breakfast and her eye appointment, we stopped by the nicu. It was surreal. Neither of us had been back since the day she was discharged, but it was like we had never left. We got off the elevator and the first picture we saw was the one I saw every day last summer. We walked down the same carpeted hallway. I stopped to use the bathroom and washed my hands with the same soap I scrubbed up with for 84 days. We checked in at the desk where we had to sign in each day in order to see our daughter and waited for one of our primary nurses to come out and meet us. As we stood together in the hall, I watched the people coming and going from the nicu. There were grandparents coming to see their new grandchildren. There were mothers in all states of the nicu process: brand new ones who could barely walk from their c sections, ones who had been there for a while, ones who were bringing guests to see their fragile babies.
I wanted to hug them, to tell them that one day, they will get to walk out the doors with their babies. To show them little miss minion and tell them about her start. That they shouldn’t lose hope.