smaller than a dollar bill
What’s smaller than a dollar bill? A lot of things but in a million years I would have never guessed that a diaper would be on that list. You can imagine my surprise when I first changed my daughter’s diaper. Not only was it a tiny diaper but we had to roll it down just to fit! Those were the days of the NICU. The days of constantly beeping monitors, frightening alarms, and a truckload of hope.
I am sharing this with you today because we were recently asked to help the children’s hospital that saved Mia’s life. The new Scott and White Children’s Hospital in Temple, Texas. For those of you who don’t live in Texas or don’t know yet, Scott and White is transforming the old King’s Daughters Hospital to an entire hospital just for children. It will be the only stand alone children’s hospital in central Texas and we were honored to help!
I won’t go into the details but we were asked to bring some personal items from our days in the NICU. As I was going through a box I haven’t opened in 16 months I was brought to tears when I found this tiny little diaper. The diaper I always struggled to put on. It was so small and so was my daughter. We had to be careful not to lift her too high or move her in a way that would cause her harm in those days. Every move was critical as it had the possibility of increasing her brain hemorrhage or disturbing her ventilator and breathing. It was so awkward and surreal trying to put this ittybitty thing on something the size of a kitten and the care we had to take to do so made us feel like we were members of the bomb squad. I remember trying to calm myself down by imaging myself adorned in a massive bomb suit and saying in my head, “What ever you do do not cut the red wire…wait or is it the blue wire?! Crap.” I laugh at in now, thankful that there wasn’t a hidden camera to capture my fumbling nervous hands during those intense diaper changing moments.
I look at her everyday thanking God for her life but yesterday, the first time I opened up that box from the NICU, I was reminded at how far she has come, how much she has grown, and a sigh of relief that I don’t have to use those incredibly small diapers anymore. Isn’t funny how much we hold onto items that remind us how much our children have grown?