Raiden was in the NICU at UC Davis for a few days before he was moved into the PICU. He was admited on the 26th of october and on November 16th we were able to take him home. But that time in between was the hardest time. When we walked in and saw him the first day i had just been discharged from where i had given birth to him. It was hard to walk, the epi was still wearing off, it hurt a lil to sit, but no matter what i was determined to walk and see my son. Seeing him in the incubation crib was so hard. All i could do was cry, i know that the dr was trying to tell me what was going on and what they had to do to raiden, but i couldnt hear any of it. All i heard was the sounds of the heart monitor and beeping of other monitors on him. A social worker was talking to us and for that time i was able to get my mind back to where we were to answer her questions. I hate social workers, i know that they are there to help, but iv had bad experiences and heard of how they can ultimately hurt you in the end with how personal they can get with their questions. Mark took me home round 3pm i needed sleep i had been awake way to long and was sleep deprived. But once i got home i couldnt sleep.
I started cleaning and organizing, i didnt know what to do with myself. My other two children came home for a few hours and they were able to help distract my mind. I knew then that i had to be strong for not just raiden but for them as well.
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