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Clarity. Hope. Intelligence. Use these words any way you want in a Blog entry. Well, the babies are three weeks old--four weeks tomorrow--and today, Laurel, Baby B, had her fourth surgery. Our poor baby. I met her last week for the first time, and while she slept through most of it, I saw some of the stubborn strength that has surprised the NICU. As I write, I'm holding sister Lily. It's slow typing left handed and one fingered. She's mostly sleeping. and Rachel (my sister) needed a break. There's a dull roar from the next room where older sister and brothers sleep. But, how does this fit the prompt? How can't it? I've spent most of the past month finding clarity of what is important and what is not. And first for me is family. As Laurel has continued to thrive. At first, her doctors were predicting three to twelve months in the NICU. Now theyre saying things like Thanksgiving and Christmas. There is hope. Miracles do happen. And intelligence--well, that one is less direct, but I consider all the caregivers we've met and the care and the wisdom . . . I'm just looking forward to what new miracles await. And I get to hold the baby. She's sleeping on me right now. I keep on pausing to listen to her breathe. |