Love, Tiffany

"Dear NICU Mama Your birth story tells the story of unexpected turns, of strength you never knew you had, and of love so fierce it defies fear. It tells the story of a mama who didn’t get the birth she imagined but who stepped into the unknown with courage because her baby needed her. It’s a story of heartache and hope, of tears and whispered prayers, of fighting when you’re exhausted and loving even when you’re afraid.

I know this isn’t how you pictured welcoming your baby into the world. I know the beeping machines, the sterile walls, and the endless waiting feel overwhelming. I know the weight of the “what-ifs” can be crushing. But, mama, I also know this—your love is the safest place your baby has ever known, and that love is what will carry both of you through this. You don’t have to be fearless. You don’t have to have all the answers. You are already everything your baby needs—strong, loving, present. One moment at a time, one breath at a time, you are doing the impossible, and you are not alone.

The road ahead may be uncertain, but hope lives here, too. In every tiny breath, in every heartbeat, in every small but mighty fight your baby takes on—there is hope. And one day, this chapter will be part of a bigger story—a story of resilience, of love, and of a mama who never gave up.”

Love,
Tiffany

More of Tiffany + Her Son’s NICU Journey:

At 20 weeks I found out my cervix was short and my doctored offered to perform a cerclage to sew it closed until delivery. My procedure was completed 2 weeks later after dilating 1 centimeter at 22 weeks. I was placed on bed rest, with the hope that delivery would be stalled until I was 28-30 weeks, or full term.

However, at 24 weeks 4 days, I went into labor, unknowingly. When I arrived at the hospital at 11:30pm, I’d already dilated 4 centimeters. I was told I would be delivering my baby that night. Terrified, I immediately went into prayer. Shortly after being moved, I was told I’d dilated to 8 centimeters. My room immediately filled with hospital staff preparing to deliver my baby boy and take him to the NICU. At 2:57am, with only 20 seconds of an epidural, my sweet Wyatt entered this world with one push. 

We spent 122 days in the NICU, visiting every day and at one point I lived in his room until having to return to work. He came home on his 4 month birthday and it was the second best day of my life, the first being when he was born. We had an amazing team of nurses and doctors, because of their skills and Wyatt’s will to fight, I have a thriving baby boy, that will be turning 6 months old the end of February. I love him with every breath I take and thank God for him everyday.”