Eric has wanted me to post an update for days now, but I have been reluctant to do so. The reasons for my hesitancy are hard to put into words. The past 6 weeks have been so very difficult, both emotionally and physically draining. Mostly, though, I think my resistance to blogging about Emma has been due to anxiety and fear.
I still find it hard to talk about Emma without crying. I'm so very scared for her. I wonder how long it will take before my heart doesn't leap into my throat whenever our phone rings, fearing it is the NICU calling. Going to visit her at the hospital is especially stressful for me. It is hard to see her, so tiny and frail, hooked up to the various monitors and leads and wires. My arms ache to hold her close, but we can't even really touch her due to her fragile state. Although she has been doing relatively well, with only the 'expected-for-her-very-premature-state' complications, I'm still afraid to be hopeful and optimistic. We had so much bad news during my hospital stay and every time we hoped/prayed for something positive, our hopes were dashed. Now, each time we speak to the staff at the NICU, we're reminded of how precarious Emma's health is. Even a report of a positive development/stable night is prefaced by "these are still early days and she has a long, hard road ahead of her..." It constantly feels as though I am waiting for the other shoe to drop and to be confronted by more devastating news...
Having said that, it
is getting somewhat easier as days go by. Emma is a week old today and, thankfully, is holding her own. While we still can't be confident about her future/survival, I hope that as she gets stronger I will be more comfortable reporting on her condition here.
I also wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone for their good wishes, support, and prayers. I can't begin to tell you how much they have meant to us.
Thank you all,