This is Dude, looking into the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at all of the precious, and tiny, premature babies in our local hospital.
The same hospital where he was born.
In fact, this is the same NICU where Dude spent the first six weeks of his life.
In fact, he’s standing at the exact spot where loved ones looked in at him in his tiny bed, all hooked up to tubes and a breathing machine while I anxiously sat beside him wondering if my little guy was EVER going to make it to five pounds so I could finally take him home.
I needn’t have worried. 🙂
It’s been a long, crazy road but my “preemie” is NOW 17.