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If you’re a mom, you know there’s a phrase that you cringe when you hear your husband say it: ask your mother. It’s one I hear and I think, Nope. Why are you setting me up for this? A lot of times I feel annoyed that I have to answer a basic question and Jeremy gets out of it. But then I’m reminded of our NICU days.

It’s this moment I always go back to. I can remember the sights, the smell of a sterile hospital room, I can remember the feeling in my chest, the emotionsall of it.

It’s when Jeremy held Whit for the first time.

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Whit was on life-supportwe were hopeful but didn’t know what the next day could bring. We had had a long day. We weren’t approved for the Ronald McDonald house, so we were driving almost an hour to and from the NICU every day. I was the human milkmaid who wasn’t handling the NICU life the way I felt I should. As if that’s a thing. As if they hand you a book upon entering called: How to handle the NICU and other fun facts to get you through this sucky time.

I was constantly crying, only able to hold my son once a shift because he became too unstable.

None of this situation was OK. NONE of it.

I remember going to my parents’ house to eat, and my phone broke. I lost every NICU picture. Every contact. Everything. I had four days of exhaustion, trauma, and this feeling of guilt I couldn’t shake . . . and I lost everything. Whitman could easily die, and I’d be left with 22 stitches in my lady bits and no video of Jeremy giving Whit his first bath, or a picture of me holding Whit for the first time.

In my meltdown, we decided to go back to the NICU one last time before heading home for the night. We walked into the room, the NICU nurse was in, and we introduced ourselves. She asked if one of us wanted to hold Whitman. I said let Jeremy. And Jeremy didn’t dare argue that logic.

I remember the nurse and me moving the tubes and things around and Jeremy sitting in the chair. I remember how delicately he was placed in Jeremy’s arms, and I remember this almost calm that he had on his face. A weird relief. That maybe, just maybe, we’d make it through with minimal PTSD.

We had been through so much in four days. Our lives weren’t anything that we had planned.

I was working through a lot. Like how it was the week of Thanksgiving, and I wouldn’t get to gorge like the big pregnant woman I had dreamt of because Whit was here. I was working through the feeling of failureI’m his mom, and I couldn’t even take care of him in the right away. I shouldn’t be this guy’s mom. I’m not qualified. He deserves so much better than me.

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But at that moment though, when Jeremy was holding Whit, the nurse said, “Mr. Althaus, he can hear you talk to him.”

Jeremy isn’t a man of words, so I was expecting his usual “hi” and that was it. But in this deep, confident voice he said . . .

“Hey, I’m your dad. It’s not supposed to be like this. But we’re here. I love you. I don’t have any answers but your mom does. Ask her. Always ask her.”

I stood there sobbing, which was my new persona those days. The nurse stood there sobbing too. Even though I felt like I failed, Jeremy didn’t think so. Even though I was convinced that Whit would be better off with someone else, Jeremy didn’t think so.

The NICU life is a lonely life. No one gets it until you’re there. There are so many rollercoasters of emotions. Your sweet babe takes two steps forward, three steps back.

On days when I feel like I’m failing, I think of the day that Jeremy said: “ask your mom” for the first time. Though today those words can drive me crazy, I never take it for granted because there was a time when we weren’t sure that Whitman would be here. The NICU saved our baby and helped make him into the thriving 6-year-old he is today. And for that I’m grateful.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

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Lindsey E. Althaus

Lindsey is a mom, wife, and blogger at The Althaus Life. She lives in Ohio with her husband and 2 children. Her son Whitman is 6 and has Autism, Apraxia, and Epilepsy. Genevieve is 3 and is the life of the party always keeping Lindsey and Jeremy on their toes. Lindsey is grateful for all things and to be able to chronicle her beautifully broken laugh 'til you cry, cry until you laugh life.

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