Depending on how long you’ve been following me, you may remember that my eldest was a preemie. She was seven weeks early, and came barreling into the world weighing at a less-than-hefty four pounds, two ounces. These sweet babes were each just barely over four pounds when I met them, but this was six weeks into their journey, so they were nearly twice as big as when they came into the world. What a long, long road they’ve had!
NICU sessions are special, and, quite assuredly, different from the usual newborn session. These little ones are extra fragile, have fought extra hard, and their worlds require a bit of extra maneuvering with the cords and tubing keeping them anchored. Tucked into their little corner, not only did they have a mama loving their every achievement, but it was obvious their nurses were cheering them on every moment. The light is obviously a bit different in their cozy little hideaway, with no windows and their eyes too sensitive for additional flash or other lights, but I actually love the depth it lent to the photos (and while the gallery has both color and black and white images, I just loved the feeling of these black and whites).
This brother and sister duo had such giant personalities pouring out of their itty bitty selves. She, annoyed we had bothered her, but eventually offering a sweet smile. He, quite serene and snuggly, and then pulling out all manner of silly faces. I can already imagine their antics six months from now, a year, three years. What fun (and yes, probably a little bit of exasperation)!
Because it takes me a few weeks to blog, the most exciting and joyous postscript to all of this is that these little ones are HOME! I don’t know if there is a sweeter word in our language to a family that’s been separated for so long.