Yesterday we went back to Mount Sinai Hospital for Emilia's 4 month follow up clinic. They were checking to see if she was behaving like other 4 month old babies. As I was concerned, the PT said she needs to use her left thumb more. Overall conclusion was that her gross motor skills are okay but she could benefit from doing more tummy time and she needs to strengthen her trunk muscles.
After the follow up clinic, we stopped by the NICU to say hello to the nurses. It didn't matter who was on or off yesterday because during the 142 days in the NICU, almost every nurse had a turn to take care of our Emilia and even if they didn't, they still knew me and Emilia, the oldest baby in the Levle 3 Unit. We said hello to some doctors as well as the dietician who knew Emilia quite well.
At the entrance of the NICU, I saw a mom who was bringing in breastmilk in the familiar pink top bottle the Unit provides. She looked really sad and quite frail. I knew that feeling. The guilt, the desperateness, and the uncertainty. The uncertainty about what the future holds for your baby. I was there not too long ago, ringing in the Unit to ask them if I could come in to drop off milk and have a peek at my baby. Those feeling all came back and made me feel infinitely happy and fortunate that Emilia is where she is today, healthy and growing well. I could not have imagined that she would one day become this big... too heavy for me to carry.
Emilia was born on May 31, 2011, at 25 weeks and 5 days in gestational age. She came home on October 21, 2011 after spending 143 days in the hospital. Today she's a thriving, happy baby who continues to amaze us every single day. This blog records the journey of our miracle baby.
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