A Good Day in the NICU...Indeed...

There are days that are just "days"... nothing particularly noteworthy happens... nothing particularly good or nothing particularly bad.

A few weeks ago I wrote a note about my Vicki needing to get rid of her coupe and replace it with a four-door car so she would be able to transport our soon-to-be born identical twin grandsons. Five weeks ago our twins were born after just 31 weeks and sadly, one of them could only last three days.

And on that day, one of the nurses in the NICU (who, in my opinion, are angels on earth), with tears in her eyes simply said... "it is a bad day in the NICU."

But yesterday was a "great day in the NICU" as our other little guy went home.

It's impossible to put into words the depth of gratitude we all feel for the care our little Dylan was given by the staff at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin-Fox Valley. No question ever went unanswered... and we had plenty of questions as we worriedly watched our little guy progress day by day.

"Thank you" seems inadequate, but that's about all we have to give.

This is where I might say "If you are like me" but I hope in this instance you are not like me as I sometimes trundle through the days, not stopping as often as I should to think of those things for which I am the most grateful... maybe not saying "thanks" or "please" as often as I should to my family and co-workers.

The trip is short. Being good to those around us... is there anything more important?