Henry's b-day part 2

The life flight team was contacting Denver trying to get a special ambulance to carry Henry to Casper to have him life flighted out from there. Denver had already sent an ambulance up to Wheatland above Casper to pick up another baby. Once it dropped them off it would come down to Riverton.
All the equipment they needed for Henry wouldn't fit in my hospital room so they put him in the room next to me. I asked a nurse if she could help me into Henry's room. She told me that I had major surgrey and needed to rest. I imformed her that she could bring me a wheelchair or I would get myself over there without her help. She brought me the wheelchair.
I spent the day sitting next to Henry and getting the least amount of rest I could to keep nurses happy. Cindy and my sisters-in-law (Alicia & Jenny) brought Emily Grace to the hospital to see Henry. She pointed at him and just said "Baby". She didn't understand why she couldn't touch him.
Henry was..indescribable. He was the smallest, scariest baby I'd ever seen. He was covered in a bruise from his head to his toes. I could see every bone in his body. I could see through his skin. But he was there. He was alive, when he shouldn't be. Henry was amazing. He was there fighting to stay alive.
The ambulance got there around 5pm. Once again I kissed Henry and Doug goodbye. The normal 2 hour ride to Casper took 3 hours because of the storm. They got to Casper around 8 and took the life flight jet to Denver. The life flight team came into check on Henry a week later and told me it was the worst flight they have ever been on. The plane would drop 10-15 feet at a time. The crew was smacking their heads on the roof of plane. Doug told me later he was on the plane watching Henry and was thinking " Great we kept Henry alive for this long just for him to die in a plane crash. " Doug has decided he never wants to be on a lear jet again.
Henry made it to Denver. He made it home. It was a ...I don't know if there's a word to describe the terror I felt down there. But also the hope. A NICU is an amazing place. You go through every range of emotions. Terror, joy, weary, energy, hope and dispear. I'll get more NICU moments written down. My amazing strong boy is home. I'm now the mom of two beautiful kids who amaze me everyday. And I have to say this, the first time Henry does something stupid when he's a teenager he's grounded for 3 months and will spend it volunteering at the Ronald McDonald house.