Seven Nights in the NICU
A mom reminisces on the nerve-wracking--and heart-warming--time she spent in the NICU.

As I sit here 33 weeks pregnant with my third child, I can't help but picture where I was at 33 weeks pregnant with my first.
I was in the hospital. On bed rest.
It's kind of weird for me to think back to that time, as now my first born is going on four years old- an active, handsome, healthy young boy. I want to press pause and stop time from going so fast. I actually kind of miss his hectic arrival into the world, as emotional and stressful as it was.
At 20 weeks pregnant with Nicholas, I was diagnosed with complete placenta previa. My gyno told me I'd likely have numerous bleeding episodes (horrifying), be placed on hospitalized bed rest (monotonous), and birth a preemie- all of which happened.
Nicholas arrived the morning after my third bleed. He was six weeks early, 4 pounds 11 ounces- skin and bones. Granted, not anything compared to micro-preemies born every day, but still, in my mind, I had birthed a little doll.