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You're Going Home.

Days spent longing for the words.

You're going home, the words anyone on #NICU long to hear.
Once the adrenaline and emotion of loading up your baby in the car and getting them through the front door ebbs away, it hits you like a lorry.
The worry.
The responsibility.
The fear they have got it wrong you shouldn't be here, you should be back where they can be monitored.
He surely needs medication?
The machines ring in your ears as you close your eyes.
You can still smell the disinfectant and hand sanitizer from the ward.
You are home but you are still very much on that NICU Ward.

This is a small snippet of a #guestblog I wrote for @honestly_mum on her blog to mark #nicuawarenessweek link is below;

https://www.kathrynstimpson.com/thebusyparent/confessionsofanicumum

Please do share/like/ tag a #nicuparent or someone who may need some #tips on #transitioning from #nicu to #home. .
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