The following are letters to my daughter, Ellie, who was born premature, 4 months too early. They document her many months stay in the NICU, her trials, and the emotional struggles of her mother and I.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Out of the Woods, Into the Brush
Dear Ellie,
I came in this morning and your respirator settings had inched again in the right direction. Your feedings are up and I think you are "legitimately" 2 pounds, now (2 pounds, 1 ounce). Your chronic lung disease will probably stalk you for years, but I think we've reached a point where we can reliably expect that the infection in your lungs is under control. The imminent danger has passed, I think, and now we are back to scrutinizing smaller things. At least, this is what I hope...
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