I remember taking this while in the NICU with little Daxton. I was scared, worried, emotional, overwhelmed with love, and all I wanted to do was hold him. I hated all the wires attached to him. I hated the IV on his hand and then later his foot. I jumped at each sound from the monitors, afraid his breathing had stopped again or his heart rate was irregular.
Looking back at this image, it all feels like a dream.
It's been over a month since we brought him home. He's healthy, happy, and chubby. Being more detached from the experience in the NICU, I find myself fascinated with this picture. It has an eery beauty to it.
I'm so grateful for the amazing care he received while in the NICU, but I wouldn't mind if we never had to go back again.