Weston spent almost two months at St. Joseph's Hospital and Medical Center in Phoenix, Arizona: about one month in utero, while I was a patient, and the entire three weeks of his life on the outside.
I love this picture: it provides a small glimpse into the amazing care provided by St. Joe's. This was Weston's own personal dry erase board with all of his stats, important medical information, names of doctors and nurses, etc. Every baby had one.
To this day, I love driving by the hospital. For a while, I continued to visit the NICU often, but right now I am not strong enough to go up there. I went and sat in the lobby for a couple of hours last week.
St. Joe's is the site of the worst experience of our lives, but it was Weston's home. He would not have been born alive if I had not already been there. St. Joe's and their wonderful staff will always hold a special place in my heart.
Here is a picture of the outside of the hospital. I took this picture about a week after Weston died while at a memorial service for Rolland, my friend's son and NICU roommate of Weston's. He died the day after Weston.
Here is Weston's isolette:
And here is the hallway outside of my room in the antenatal unit, which was my home for almost a month before Weston was born. We were on our way to visit Weston in the NICU here:
How I wish we were all still there.
I'm so very sorry about the loss of your Weston. My heart goes out to you and your family. I understand feeling attached to the hospital where he was born and spent his life outside you. I have similar feelings.
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