And, the Clock Sits Still

Time doesn’t exist in the NICU, and yet, we live and breath by the clock.

Feedings, diaper changes and assessments every three hours, on the dot. Feedings by mouth only if his breaths are ordained by the almighty minute-mark. Meds administered every 12 hours. Milk bank drops off the daily breast milk supply every 24 hours.

The clock rules all, but time doesn’t matter. Without the sunlight pouring in the windows, or the glow of the parking garage at night, the time of day is completely arbitrary. It’s noon? Great. It changes nothing. 3 AM? No one cares.

All that matters is what has changed in that window of 180 minutes since the last check.

This is life in the NICU; life from inside the walls of the plastic crib.

One thought on “And, the Clock Sits Still

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s