Welcome

June 24th, 2012
Hello World. I'm not entirely thrilled with our first greeting. Being pulled from my nest before I was ready does not a happy birdie make. It took me quite awhile to decide to breathe, but once I looked around the room, I felt like everyone else knew something I didn't. What could that be? I could not see my Mother and she couldn't see me. I could not hear my Mother, and she could not hear me. She kept asking why I wasn't crying. I wanted to call to her, let her know i needed her....but I couldn't. I tried, but I couldn't. Neither of us will ever forget that. Once I was out, Dad came over and watched all the people work on me. Then he went back and helped Mom. She was in a bad place and he was singing the alphabet with her to keep her calm. Only Dad and Mom could hear it, but I knew. I feel things with my Mom and Dad, without words or looks. Before Dad and I left for the NICU, I stopped to look at Mom. We looked at each other, and we were one. Mom stopped crying and after looking at me, nodded her head and told MoMo,my Mom's mom, "He is..."
After that, everything was a blur. Needles and nurses and visitors and lots of love. Lots and lots of love. I remember each and every face that came to visit me, and so does Mom and Dad. Dad stayed with me around the clock, crying over me, talking to me, and telling me a story about a bull who is different but wonderful because of that. Mom kept sticking her boob in my face, but I was in no mood for jokes. No way could I eat AND breathe with those things.
Time went by pretty fast,and a lot of scary things happened that I don't want to talk or think about, but I finally got to go home to the place I knew I belonged. It's interesting, but when I came in to this world, everyone looked at me and then each other, speaking in whispers as if sharing a secret that I couldn't know or understand. What they don't realize is I already know and understand. I have secrets of my own, and someday, I might just share them.
Toodles,
Henry