Our youngest son spent 11 days in the NICU, after having a 9 hour surgery at 1 day old, with the first few days on life support, plus another 46 days in the hospital.
We knew he would be born with a very rare birth defect, and were able to make arrangements to be in the care of one of the best specialist in the country. This meant delivering out of state, and leaving 4 other children at home, 350 miles away.
Our son's birth was still beautiful and miraculous, (even with an entire NIC team in the room to receive the baby, ready to whisk him away into an ambulance and off to a different hospital) but those weeks we spent there were some of the saddest, and definitely the hardest times in our lives. It was also a lonely time. We missed the kids, and since we took shifts with the baby, one of us at the hospital while the other slept at the hotel, we barely saw each other. My DH's mother had passed away only 4 months earlier, and my mother needed to be home with our other children. Our entire support system was "back home." But I'd have to say... the worst part was feeling helpless. Mothers, parents, are supposed to take care of everything, make it right, fix it, and I couldn't fix it. We were totally dependent upon the professional, and had to put our trust in them.
Those early weeks were emotional, but...
Fifteen years later, we have a charming, smart, kind, witty, teenage son. He's had 5 additional surgeries, with more planned for the future, (can't be cured) and we still travel to the same Dr./Hospital for his care. We will be forever grateful to the Dr's and nurses who have given their best to our son.