My eldest daughter entered the world during Labor Day weekend nearly two decades ago, albeit a bit earlier than expected—3 ½ months early, to be exact. After enduring four years of infertility, numerous medical tests, financial struggles, and heartbreaking miscarriages, we finally welcomed our child. However, she arrived small—remarkably tiny at just 715 grams when born at 24 ½ weeks. The emotional journey that followed was filled with joy and fear, hope and guilt.
After two weeks in the NICU and an emergency heart surgery in which she weighed only two pounds, October rolled around. Our little pumpkin was finally poised to experience autumn—albeit confined to her isolette. To lift our spirits, the dedicated nurses in the NICU had a wonderful idea.
“Halloween is approaching. We need to get a costume for Lily,” one nurse announced.
Still groggy from a long night at the hospital, we exchanged confused glances. “Did you say a costume? Is that even possible?”
“Absolutely! It’s Lily’s first Halloween. She deserves a lovely costume—perhaps as a princess or a cute kitten,” the nurse replied enthusiastically.
We looked at each other, unsure if we could manage such a task, especially since neither of us had crafting skills. Where would we even find a costume in such a petite size? A suggestion came from another nurse about a toy store in a nearby county that offered a special line of doll clothing. They knew we needed this outing—it was a chance for us to feel like typical parents and celebrate a holiday that many families cherish.
So, we set off that Sunday morning to the store. As we wandered through the aisles, uncertainty crept in. “Can I assist you with anything?” a store employee asked.
“We’re searching for a costume for our daughter who’s still in the NICU. We heard you might have something suitable,” we replied hesitantly.
“I have just the thing! Follow me, and we’ll find something truly special for her. It’s her first Halloween, correct?”
The kind store owner led us to a section filled with doll clothes in various styles. As we browsed, we limited our selection to the smallest sizes, mindful of all the tubes and wires that were a constant part of Lily’s life.
Then I spotted it—a charming white tennis dress complete with a headband, a tiny racquet, and mini balls. As a tennis enthusiast, I could vividly imagine my daughter wearing that outfit beside me one day.
My wife, ever more perceptive than I, recognized the significance of the moment. “We’ll take it. This is perfect,” she said.
Driving back, a sense of joy enveloped us. We hurried to the NICU, excited to reveal our purchase to Lily and the nurses. My wife conferred with the staff while I placed the adorable tennis outfit in front of our daughter. “Look, Lily! You’re going to be a tennis player for Halloween. Maybe one day, you’ll play at Wimbledon. How amazing would that be?”
Two weeks passed, and the day arrived. The isolette was decorated with Halloween-themed embellishments crafted by the nurses, and we found Lily dressed for her inaugural tennis match. Sure, the outfit was a bit large, but in her pleated white dress, she looked ready to conquer any challenge.
That Halloween brought no tricks, only the sweet treat of seeing our daughter prepared to take on the world and emerge victorious.
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Summary
This narrative recounts a family’s emotional journey through the NICU during their daughter’s first Halloween. After overcoming significant challenges, they celebrate the occasion with a special costume, symbolizing hope and resilience. The story emphasizes the importance of support from medical professionals and the joy of small victories in the face of adversity.
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