When our third baby, Peter, was one day old, he was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. We were promptly transferred to the nearest children’s hospital, which was about three hours away from our home.
We ended up staying there for the next eight months of his life. Before Peter was born, I was the mother of two healthy, typically-developing kids.
I felt pretty confident in my ability to parent a new baby; but seeing my newborn in the NICU and PICU, with lines, monitors, sedation, breathing tubes, bandages, and illness…it was like I forgot how to be a mom.Read more on themighty.com