As if life weren’t “exciting” enough, at rounds this morning I was informed that Little One would be transferred. That’s right. We are leaving Toronto.
I felt a mix of excitement, nervousness, stress, anxiety (mainly over figuring out the logistics of things) and sadness (I really am going to miss Mount Sinai since it was my life for the past two months.). Everything happened so quickly and I feel sad that I won’t get to say goodbye to everyone. I wanted to say goodbye to all the nurses and doctors who took care of Little One, as well as all the mommies I became friends with while their babies were in the NICU and Level 2 Nursery with Little One.
Little One will be air lifted to “the closest big city” to the Island sometime in the morning. Whether or not I will be able to fly with her is yet to be determined. I hope I can get on the air ambulance with her. If not, this raises a whole new set of worries and anxiety for me.
I just can’t get over how quickly things go here. Everything just happened so fast. One minute, we’re all settled into a nice routine and comfortable with all the nurses, the doctors, the schedules…and the next minute we are getting transferred.
We will be a little bit closer to home, but still two hours away. Oh well. Everything regarding Little One’s birth has been dramatic (including her entrance into the world). I guess it would be silly to think that the rest of her life will be anything less than exciting and action-packed.
Little One is worth all of the craziness I’ve had to go through over the past sixty-three days. As hard as it has been to go through having a preemie in the hospital for two months and having to do it without my husband with me, I would do it again if I had to. Whenever I look at her perfect little face, I want to cry. I keep thinking that we made her!!! Seriously! Hubby and I made this perfect little human being! We made a human being! It’s not like making a cake or anything! It’s unbelievable.