I have a contradicting feelings right now- happy and sad. Here I am, asking you again, if you remember the story of the Tiniest Fighter? Well, I have a good news! She was already discharged yesterday. She's finally at home with her family with a very good condition that's why I'm very happy. They've been longing to take her home since the day she was born but it cannot be because she was a premature baby. On the other, I'm sad because I miss her. I rendered my last care to her last Monday. Honestly, I felt a separation anxiety. We nurtured her for 2 months that's why. There's a lot of things we're gonna miss about this precious little one. Her very charming smile, round black eyes, deafening and very demanding cry. She maybe the baby that's cries the loudest. But she's the most adorable and the cutest neonate we ever handled. Her cry can command and manipulate you to do everything- dance until you get tired while carrying her, feed and change her diaper right away. She likes it when you talk to her unendingly. Only few staffs can make her stop crying, and I include myself. A particular music can make her calm too. She requires exclusive attention. Although it's exhausting, we the staffs, loves her very much.
Who'd have thought that she's a 34 weeker.
She likes it everytime I put her into this hugging- like position.
NICU nurse is a truly rewarding job.
Witnessing her ceaseless battle and victory over the critical condition is truly rewarding. Just imagine, from 700 grams to 1,500 grams at present. It's a great feeling to hear the relatives especially the mother who simply mouths the words- "Thank You for loving and taking good care of our princess."
After two months, we have another story of success of a NICU graduate to keep. And I'm so glad that I kept 3 stories about her in this blogging platform, Steemit particularly under Teardrops. Seeing the results of all our efforts and expertise is very fulfilling. We'll surely miss this baby. Her mother promised that they'll come back to visit us again.
With my co-staffs, after endorsement. My last moment with Baby Mira
Note: Photos are mine, with consent from the mother.