After the dust had settled over the little medication mishap and all the “naming a wing of the hospital after us” jokes had subsided I casually suggested that the suits could appease me by making a way for Frank to meet his sister. The NICU has a strict policy on visitation, only two people near the child and everyone who enters must be at least 18. Kids are a walking petri-dish of germs and microbes, so I get that. Not quite as clear on the 18 years of age cutoff. It seems a little arbitrary. I mean I’ve seen some germy 18 year olds. Hell I was one.
Anyway, one of Anne Marie’s docs said he could make that happen, no problem. Once she didn’t need as much support with breathing etc.. he could set it up. This was one moment I thought was ripe for the over promise – under deliver column. Like so many other times in my life, I was wrong.
We got the call on Saturday. Bring Frank to the NICU at 1:30 on Sunday and they would bring him to a back hallway between the NICU and the Cardiac operating Room. The hallway passed right behind the “Butterfly Cove”, the wing of private NICU rooms where Anne Marie was. Frank would be able to see her through the glass doors that separated the NICU from the hallway that normally serves as a quick shortcut for surgeons headed to the OR. Shortcut, that’s funny right there.
Of course around 12:00pm on the big day Frank promptly crawled into the pack-n-play set up for his little cousin visiting from North Carolina. He wasn’t just exploring, no he went complete with blanket, binker, and his stuffed lamb Lenny and commenced to cutting lumber. That’s snoring for those of you un-afflicted. He finally snapped out if it on the way to the hospital. Then much like the military it was hurry up and wait.
The nurses and respiratory techs were in on it and they were busy setting up a portable breathing system they could move to the glass doors. So we sat in the family lounge watching the Indy 500. Frank thought he saw Francesco, or Acesco as he calls him, about 100 times. Francesco is the Italian open wheel race car for the movie Cars 2.
After what seems like hours, the nurse who figured out the medication error and saved our daughter’s life, came through the door. She was waiting for a new baby to be admitted so while she was in hurry up and wait mode for the new arrival she came out to meet Frank. She had heard so much about Frank she felt she knew him already but nothing beats seeing in the flesh. After I made the introductions she led us down the zig-zaggin hallways to the glass doors where Tracy was standing on the other side with Anne Marie.
Something was familiar about the winding hallways and all the turns. We passed a room with a five button lock. Then it hit me. That was the room where we said goodbye to Linda Claire, these were the hallways they led us down after she passed away in the NICU. Most of that day is a blur. A nurse will speak to me as if she knows me, thenTracy or my mother-in-law will say, “she was in the OR when the twins were delivered.” Yeah, I don’t remember them. They remember me because I went through 3 boxes of tissues that day.
When we got to the glass doors I could see Tracy holding Anne Marie, surrounded by the nurses and repository therapists that made this all happen. Frank’s expression was priceless. He had a huge smile on his face and his eyes were locked on his baby sister. The staff standing with Tracy were watching Frank. He didn’t disappoint them. It reminded me of our wedding day. When Tracy came down the isle, a lot of our female friends turned and looked at me. They were making sure I had the appropriate expression of happiness and admiration on my face. My expression nine years ago was the same as Frank’s yesterday.
Frank was a lot more excited than I thought he would be. I had explained to him what we were going to do, but how much of that he understood is hard to say. I mean, he just turned three last week, he knows colors, counts to 15, can count to three in Italian, and knows how to operate the microwave, iPad, and the TV remote. I didn’t know most of that stuff till I was in my mid twenties. But we were never quite sure if he was able to understand he was a big brother and had a little sister named Anne Marie.
Like I said, nothing beats seeing in the flesh. He called her name as soon as he saw her. Tracy unwrapped her a little bit, just enough for Anne Marie to get her hands free. The arms went straight forward, palms out, fingers stretched. It looked like she was trying to move the glass door. Apparently she has grown tired and bored of removing measly little feeding and exhaust tubes from her belly. The force is strong with this one.
Frank thoroughly enjoyed meeting his sister. Until his mother mentioned ice cream. Through the glass she says “y’all going to get ice cream?” She just chucks it out there like a grenade. We never talked about ice cream. Well I guess we’re going to get ice cream. Food and sleep is where Frank’s Jedi focus become apparent. He heard ice cream and immediately he was like a blood hound. Led us right out of the labyrinth to the elevators taking us to the Lido Deck, or in this case the first floor cafeteria with a fridge full of Nutty Buddies.
Love that kid.
It was a weekend of firsts. Anne Marie took her first bottle and earlier, while on kangaroo detail in her mothers shirt, took matters into her own hands, latching on and feeding. She is weighing in at 4 pounds 10 ounces, measuring 17 inches.
Frank was all smiles on Sunday. He got to meet his sister and because of that meeting he got ice cream too. Ironically, if she ever makes it out of there and gets home to touch all his stuff, those smiles will be a thing of the past.
Alert Reader Segment
Ok gang, look at the picture below. What item in the picture would tell you that this baby, premature by three and a half months, has grown significantly? To my sisters, cousins, aunts and in-laws, (looking at you Dan & Diane) directly in the business, e-mail me your guess. Everyone else respond in the comment section.
To my brothers and sisters in arms Happy Memorial Day.
My guess is that hat would have swallowed her head 3 months ago…..
Yes that’s true and a good point, but not what the judges were looking for. This particular item has not appeared in a picture before.
Bingo! She has been without an arm or leg ID band since birth. They’ve had to tape it to her incubator until her hand was big enough to keep it from falling off.
Send me a shirt size and mailing address to email@example.com and a Frank’s Place T-shirt will be on it’s way.
Woohoo! I love to win! I don’t j know where my kids get their competitive spirit from!!
Wow! You just have me tearing up here. Ann Marie & Frank are just precious. Happy Memorial Day to you. Oh, & I think the hat is a pretty good guess too.
Hey Kim. These days I’m finding a good cry is very therapeutic. So close on the hat, just not close enough.
Frank’s smile looking at his sister is awesome – clearly he doesn’t realize the toy sharing implications yet!
He got a small taste when his 3 little cousins came to town. It appears like he will have a bumpy road to sibling-hood.
Awesome story pal…
I’ll take a shot and say the clothes. Was only just recently she could start wearing gear like that, no? Either that or the breathing tube – hasn’t that evolved as well?
Another good guess and another miss. She had a hat off and on a few weeks back, but you’re right in that she really couldn’t wear that regularly until this past week.
However a lot of that had to do with the blood transfusions, they went in through her scalp. So no “boggin” allowed as they say down here.
As instructed, since I’m a sister, I have emailed my guess!
Received and answered.
So what’s my prize for getting the right answer???
Send me your T-shirt size.
I’ll remind Anne Marie later in her long life that double chins can be cute!! Such a great story Fran!!!! Happy Memorial Day!!
Thanks Leslie. I keep telling people and my doctor that double chins are cute, nobody’s buying it.
Happy, Happy, Happy for you all 🙂 You are blessed my friend!
Thanks Jodie. Yes we are blessed in ways we haven’t even accounted for yet. Happy Memorial Day sister.
My guess is she fits in her hat and your arms, not just the palm of your hand. The nasal tube is also larger. I am so happy for you! She’s thriving. It won’t be much longer and you can take her home.
Thanks Dawn. I have to really focus as to not get ahead of myself thinking about bringing her home. Day by day is tougher than it sounds.
Nice guess. You’re the closest so far with the nasal tube. But close is just not good enough.
She has meat on her bones. Her little face is fatter and so is her neck and arms.
All thankfully true and all good guesses Shirley, but we were looking for arm band there, arm band.
Her arm band. Is she getting ready to suck her thumb in that shot?
Crap, I just realized you said email responses. But I guess it doesn’t matter since, now after reading some of the comments, someone already figured it out.
Disqualified!!! I got it right first and properly thru email!!
Yep, she has been putting her hands in her mouth more. Not sure if that’s reflex from pulling the tubes out for the last 5 weeks or she is actually trying to get her thumb in there.
Oh what a great post. So good to see brother and sister meet. AND to see Anne Marie is doing so well.
Thanks Ellie. It was a good weekend all the way around.
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Thanks for the shout out Tracy.
this will make a bunch of Arizona old timers very happy.
God bless and keep you all
Dave Welty (becky’s wizened pop)
Hey Mr. Welty! Thank you and pass along our thanks to your merry band of Godly men. We appreciate all the support.