During our NICU journey, I found a forum post one day on a parenting website, where a mum had asked if it was safe to have false nails around her premature baby. I'd been wondering the same thing. In the comment section, a stranger passed judgement on her situation and questioned why a person with a sick child would even be thinking about getting their nails done.
"She needs a break," I thought. And in solidarity, went to get my own nails done that day.
I came back to NICU later that afternoon, feeling a little guilty and unsure if I had done the right thing. Had a nurse seen me and thought I didn’t care about my poorly baby? Should I be worried about my own bonding when many parents seem to breeze through the experience of sitting by the cot side day after day?
As soon as I saw my baby though, the anxiety diffused. I felt more able to smile at her and coo again, more able to function. I also had something fresh and new to talk about to her from beyond the hospital walls – I’d chosen a coral pink that day, having suddenly noticed that the season had changed from winter to spring while we’d been so busy with her needs.