Day Seven.

I had planned to finish the post I fell asleep writing last night, a post about pumping, but Simone had a bad day today, and I just don’t have the energy to hold forth on the subject of nipples. Everyone tells you that the NICU is a rollercoaster, that there will be highs and lows. But “low” doesn’t really convey the experience of watching your daughter push her wrinkly, 1/2 -inch wide arms wildly behind her head and grimace open-mouthed in distress, or seeing her oxygen saturation dive on the monitor while an alarm shrieks at you accusingly. And the highs? Let’s face it, your baby’s still in the hospital. I’ve had bowel movements that got me higher.

She’s okay, now. And I keep repeating to myself something I read in Julie’s post of NICU wisdom: “She won’t remember any of this.” Oh, how I need that to be true.