Oh, what a joyous day! After 26 long, hard, days in the NICU we were able to bring our baby girl home. Our dear neighbors, and friends made it extra special when we arrived with these precious decorations.
I can remember feeling a sense of ease that we were home, and at this time we still didn't know what (if anything) was going on with Ellie. No diagnosis, no tubes, no real clarity....just home.
I honestly felt at this point, we were out of the woods, so to speak. After all, we were home right? Ellie was safe, and exactly where she needed to be, and where we wanted her to be. We started to build our new life together. We introduced her to her "brother" basset hound, Hemi, got her acclimated to her new room, thought about putting her in her crib right off the bat, and then opted for our room, gave her the first bath in her pretty new pink tub, and loved on her every second. Home....it provided peace, security, and normalcy to our rocky start as a family.
But, David and I have talked about this time, and we both agree that as joyous as it was, it also stung a little bit too. We felt robbed the experience of leaving the hospital with our baby, together. To come home that first time without Ellie was like a punch to the gut. The house seemed eerily empty and sad. We cried a lot. To bring her home, almost a month after she was born, hurt too. It wasn't how we envisioned it to be, nor wanted it to be. Even though it might hurt, and wasn't our plan...it was His plan. God is so much bigger than our situation, and He knew we would go through this. The hurt may not go away, but the joy will always remain...we are thankful for dear friends and family to celebrate with us, and we were so grateful to finally be able to whisper in Ellie's ear, "Welcome Home baby girl."
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