It’s not that we don’t love our families, we just didn’t want a busload of people showing up at the hospital expecting to hold an hours-old baby.
Ok, we’re stingy. We know.
Things changed, albeit only a little, when Bekah came 5 weeks early. We called our parents, and about an hour after Bekah was born (a few hours before she was transported), my mom, dad, and brother came to see her.
Since then, aside from a few weekends, my mom has not gone home.
When my mom offered to stay for the first little while, none of us realized that she would end up still living at our house 14 weeks later.
Life with Bekah isn’t really that hard, it’s just that a lot of the periphery things sometimes take more time than we have, and often take more hands. I’m sure we could do it on our own.
In fact, at this point, other than some medicine and a monitor, she’s a regular baby as far as daily life goes, but having my mom here is often worth more than we’ll ever be able to explain.
My mom ends up with the not so fun jobs…she started out by sitting with us for hours (and sometimes days) in the NICU at Akron Children’s Hospital.
Now, she has forsaken my dad and brother (just ask them!) and is staying with us during the week to do things like sterilizing bottles, holding Bekah upright after we feed her so that she doesn’t spit (or at least spits less), and accompanying me and the Beckster to at least one doctor’s appointment a week.
The most amazing thing about my mom is something that I learned as I stood by Bekah’s bed while she was still at St. Elizabeth’s. I realized that while Chris and I were worried about Rebekah, my mom had a much harder job.
She worried about Bekah, but she also worried about us. After 14 weeks, I’m pretty sure that she’s not living with us to help take care of Bekah as much as she’s here to take care of me.
Read the rest of Sarah and Rebekah’s story through her blog, Following Your Heart.