Today Audrey and Ashlea had their 5 year assessments at RPA.
How has it been 5 years since we were there?
I find it very hard to go back to the NICU physically without going back emotionally too. The first thing that hits you when you go in is the smell of chlorhexidine - and with that suffocating smell comes all the memories. I seriously feel like I can't breath when I'm in there.
A lot of the nursing staff have changed since we were there, but today we managed to see our neonatologist and two nurses who looked after the girls. They weren't just any nurses either - they were both very significant in the care of Ashlea - and Murray and I. It was lovely to see them - and for them to see Ashlea doing so well. The best part was that I had prepared in advance for our visit and taken the Kaye walker with us. Normally I don't take it when we're out because Ashlea isn't very stable in it, but this is probably Ashlea's last ever opportunity to go into the nursery and I can tell you there is no way I was wheeling her in.
She walked in.
My Ashlea walked into the nursery.
The very same nursery where she nearly died and where they predicted such dire things for her future.
She walked in and visited her doctor and 2 of our favourite nurses.
She walked in and said hello to them.
It was one of those moments that only lasted a few seconds but the impact was huge. For me anyway. For Ashlea it was just another hospital appointment. But for me it was indescribable.
Both my babies walked into the nursery today.
Enough said. Who gives a rats about what the reports say? Who cares how badly Ashlea scored on any assessment - she walked into the nursery.
When I get the reports I will let you all know how the girls did, but for today I am just going to savour this moment.
Both my girls walked in to the nursery.
The icing on the cake was that their doctor commented on how they still look so much alike in spite of their different circumstances. I could have kissed him.