As soon as the doctor left the room, my husband and I both broke into huge grins.
We were both worried about our baby being in the NICU, but we were just so relieved that the constant unknowing would stop. For my own part, I was relieved because I thought I could finally stop worrying about whether the baby was going to be OK. We had been told for weeks that even if the baby were to come out unexpectedly, there was every chance that he would be perfectly safe in the NICU. This NICU in particular was famous for the level of care provided to babies.
The nurses arranged for us to have a tour of the NICU. At about 10pm, my husband wheeled me down to the NICU and we met the head nurse there.
The nurse took me to see a baby that was about the size that the ultrasound technicians predicted my baby was. The NICU is a very noisy place, but I hardly noticed. I was staring at the baby shocked by how tiny his features were. I remember noticing that there was a red light from a vital signs monitor that shone right through from the bottom of his foot to the top. The nurse pointed out a few things to me, the equipment they used, and made some friendly banter with the other nurses.
I left the NICU very confident that our baby was in very good hands.
The morning of my caesarean section I was quietly nervous and excited. My husband and I thought our ordeal was nearly over.
