I've never seen Abby's full head and neck. Ever. She was taken from us immediately after her birth to the room across the hall, where they attempted to intubate her before putting a trumpet into her nose. My first glimpse of my daughter was so filled with tape and neon orange plastic that I honestly had no image of her in my mind. In fact, when I went down to the NICU for the first time, I'm ashamed to say that I didn't know which tiny baby in the incubator was mine. I peered from face to face, but none of them looked like mine. The nurse practitioner had to bring me to my baby. Imagine how that felt, to not know who your daughter was. After the trumpet came the trach. I could finally see a little more of her face with some of the tape gone. (She still had a feeding tube through her nose at this point, so there was some tape there.) But there has always been something there that is not really supposed to be there. So, while I can cert...
Choosing joy and trusting God!