"I'm sorry Mrs. Robinson..."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Robinson. Samuel cannot be brought to your room this morning. You will have to come to nursery to see him."

Those may not be the exact words that were said two years ago as we woke up on July 5, 2017 in Sacred Heart Hospital.
Three days after giving birth to our second child---our one and only son Samuel, my wife was in a little shock and confusion as those words were told to her over the phone from the nurses in the nursery. Samuel had slept the night in the nursery so us parents could get a little shut eye for the night.
Little did we know that through the night Samuel would have some trouble breathing. After all, he was born a month early, but he had checked out fine so far.

We had just celebrated Samuel's first 4th of the July on TV as we watched the fireworks being shot off in DC. Now, our son cannot even come to our room.

So we gathered our things and freshened up and walked down the hall to see our son. Thats when we were told the news about his breathing and that he would be admitted to the NICU.

THE NICU?!?!?!

Never the words parents want to hear.

Beeping machines going off here and there. Tubes here and there. Numbers on monitors that you have no idea what they mean. Yes, fear tries to grip hold of you and the enemy wants to flood your mind that things will not go well.

So many babies in the unit. Some in very serious conditions. And in the grand scheme of the things, considering the reason we were admitted into the unit, we were really blessed. Some of the others in "the unit" there tugged at your own heart. While some parents would be in there like clockwork, other babies were not as blessed and you felt so bad.

Over time in the NICU, we would meet several  nurses. There was Nurse Tory who we bonded with really well and had Samuel for the majority of the time we were in the unit.

Then came time for me to go back to work and leave Shari and Samuel at the hospital. Talk about the need to be in two places at one time.

I knew had to get back to work and that everything would be OK, but I didn't want to leave.

A few days later, Samuel's lungs improved and we were able to get out of the hospital and finally come home.

What a relief!

Now, two years later, we have a perfectly healthy boy!

Thanks for reading today's blog. Until we meet again here or somewhere else, God bless!