Some of my favorite NICU memories are the quiet ones — the times when he was finally asleep in his crib, and the room felt still for a moment.
There were days when the alarms and updates felt nonstop, but then there were moments like this: him resting peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling, the soft glow of the monitors reflecting off the crib walls. I could sit there and watch him for what felt like hours, not wanting to blink and miss a second of it.
When he slept like this, the whole world seemed to slow down.
No numbers to track. No decisions to make. Just the simple comfort of seeing him calm and safe.
It’s the kind of moment that stays with you long after the NICU journey is over — a reminder that even in the middle of all the worry, there were pockets of peace that carried us through.
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