The Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, it isn't for the faint of heart. It's a beautiful, miraculous, selective club that you never wish to be a member of. I remember the first time my husband wheeled my chair to the NICU. My heart felt like it was about to pump right out of my chest. I didn't know what to expect. He pushed the button outside the door. They asked who we were there to see and as they buzzed us in the double doors opened. There was incubator after incubator filled with tiny babies t...
