Over the weekend, I sorted Isaac's clothes and packed up the things he has outgrown, so that they can re-enter the Circle of Life and go to the next baby who shows up. At the bottom of one of his baskets, I found one of his 4-to-6-pound preemie shirts, the one he is wearing in this picture at about five weeks:
It's so tiny! And he had to grow into it! I started crying because it was so small, and because my baby was really, really small. Honestly, it was the first time I realized just how small he was.
Even the first time I saw him in the nicu, I didn't really think of Isaac as tiny. He was just himself, and he was Isaac-size. And then he started to seem really big, as he hit four pounds and five pounds and up and up. He still seems big to me now.
I never saw him as a sick baby or as a baby who was in any danger, but seeing that teeny little shirt, it hit me just how rocky his start was and how amazing it is that after all that, we have a healthy baby.
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