Still here.

I went to the NICU last night.   I still really enjoy it for the most part.  Sometimes I don’t have enough baby holding to do and have to do laundry or something, but that still makes me feel worthwhile and helpful and that is what I was going for — not feeling useless in this world.

Last night I held a little guy who was born addicted to a substance.  I don’t know what one.  I sat and held him and made up a little song to sing to him over and over.  He seemed to find it soothing.

The words were ‘wonderful precious, sleepy, sleepy baby, God loves you” over and over, except instead of saying ‘baby’ sometimes I’d say his name.    It was soothing to me too.

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