Well let's see now. Where did we leave off? 77 days were spent watching over our baby girl in the hospital - 6 weeks in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit five hours away and another 5 weeks in the nursery at our home hospital. And really, it all feels so long ago, now that our Lauren Rosie is home. She received wonderful care and we were so grateful for the careful decisions and plans set out each day to bring Lauren through those weeks when she should have been safely tucked inside the womb. She pulled through amazingly well.
Those weeks were emotionally challenging, to say the least, as we impatiently waited for her complete delivery to us. My mind understood the limitations forced on us, but the heart and the body just don't catch on so easily. While we quickly found our rhythm in the hospital amongst the medical equipment and new terminology, the task of leaving Lauren behind every night never felt normal or right. I felt guilty during the hours we rested away from her and the sadness of not fully having her yet and seeing her tiny body struggling to grow and survive felt so big. On the other hand, I wrestled with feeling guilty about my sadness because there were far more families whose babies had much greater challenges and families whose grief will last a lifetime.
Our weeks in our home hospital were dedicated to teaching her to feed, waiting for her to have the stamina to handle a full feed without the need to top up by nasogastric feeding, and letting her grow a little stronger and bigger to see less and less apnea spells. It was a draining and challenging environment - harsh lights, noisy conversations, very little space, and no privacy. Definitely not an ideal place to wrangle the art of breastfeeding a newborn. We were grateful to have her on home turf at least, but the pull to get her home where she belonged was greater than ever in that last stretch.
Two days before we brought her home she was finally freed of tubes and wires. Off the monitors and feeding by breast or bottle without any top ups by tube feeds. We finally held her without the tangle and dance of cords getting in the way. She passed her car-seat challenge. She received her last check up with her Paedeatrician. She received a small boost of protective vaccinations. One last weigh in - 7.17 lbs. Vision test - check. Hearing test - check. Nervous parents? Not by that point. We had waited far too long.
And then we got to bring her home. She was finally ours for keeps.
The girls have loved her every minute. We worried they might resent their tiny sister for taking us away for so long, but they haven't shown the slightest ill temper toward the new arrival in our lives. They love her to pieces. Avery is maturing into her role of biggest sister by helping us any way she can and Ella just can't get enough of that soft little sister.
We celebrated Easter and her due date with grateful hearts. We don't know why she came early and we don't know why she was spared the difficulties that could have been, so we just thank God.
Our baby girl is home - happy and healthy, pink and plump. She's about 6.5 months old now and a whopping 14 pounds. Developmentally, both physically and mentally, she's measuring around what you'd expect of a 3-4 month old baby, which is what she would be had she arrived on her due date. The care and prayers we received from family and friends, farther and wider than our own circles, impressed on our hearts such a deep sense of peace. We felt released to care for Lauren the only way we knew how - to be by her side and hold her close to our skin as much as possible. Thank you to those who cared for us and prayed for Lauren! She is fearfully and wonderfully made, guarded and protected, and is so well loved.

















































