What an experience our family has gone through. We all felt the stress of it, Dave and I, Michele, Thomas, Noelle, our parents, our friends. I can’t think of some of the days without tears coming to my eyes, the feelings are still so raw.
After attending church one Sunday while Karly was still in the hospital Michele and I were driving to go and see her and I started to cry. Michele asked why and I told her that I was thinking about all the people who told me that they had been praying for our family and I thought if all those people really were praying for her that she just had to get better. And the amazing thing is that she did!
Karly has been thriving since she came home. Today she weighs 6 pounds, 12 ounces. She has been awake for longer periods of time, she gives an occasional smile, she sleeps well, she eats well, she has survived Noelle’s “helping” for 6 weeks now, and she is just a beautiful baby.
I am so grateful for this experience and would not trade it for anything. It has taught me a lot about faith, kindness and generosity.
When we were in the NICU I saw so many babies that were so much worse off than Karly. We were lucky that we were able to hold her, feed her, and bring her home. So many families don’t get that chance and I will remember that always.
I will never be able to thank those who helped us during those two crazy weeks and beyond.
As always, Auntie Michele really stepped up to help. She took time off of work to be with Thomas and Noelle when Dave and I couldn’t be there. She has helped me with anything and everything you can think of. Cooking, cleaning, playing with the kids, letting me take an afternoon nap, shopping, making sure my dog gets fed because I suck at that, I could go on forever. I will forever be in her debt for all that she does for us…
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