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Mike Hall ⚡️
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God, Family, Bitcoin, SCUBA…in that order.

I remember the new students and residents that would rotate through. Most folks have no idea humans can be so small, and seeing how it affected even them was telling. I remember Dylan’s first day I was able to take my wedding ring and it could have fit all the way up to his shoulder without touching him. Of course I didn’t actually do this because we weren’t allowed to touch him for several days. But I never forgot how small that was.

Well you are right! Y’all did way better than most that pass through the NICU. God bless you all, and I’m so happy that it worked out. That doesn’t discount the fear, anxiety you felt there…it really does leave a mark that will never fade. And anytime you hear about someone being pregnant and childbirth going perfect…you are thankful, because you know.

3 kids all with NICU stays…y’all must have nerves of steel at this point.

It’s funny when you talk to other NICU families. Without even sharing much, you just know. That’s an experience that has to be experienced to understand. Life really does come to a stop, and you live life moment to moment in a way you may never experience again, I call it “when life is happening to you, and your helpless to effect it”. I’m glad to meet a fellow NICU alum. It’s not something I ever really talk about 20 years later…but that one summer in 2003 the world stopped, for a few weeks, and became very simple. I know you get it, and am so glad both your twins made it. Cheers to you all.

We were very fortunate to live close to the Children’s Hospital, but several friends (funny how you bond with folks sharing your trauma) stayed there too. Fear, anxiety, helplessness. Dylan weighed 1 pound, 10 ounces at birth. Wife was only 23 weeks/6 days into pregnancy. But he fought, clawed, endured, suffered his way into survival. Brain bleeds, surgeries, transfusions, ventilators, and on and on. But, he survived. So much gratitude for those that cared for him. We had a plaque made for them a gave them on his first birthday. Surreal, 20 years ago.

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If you ever want to come down from your nostr high, and thinking people are ok…try selling something on FB Marketplace. Your discontent in humanity will be promptly restored!

My son is finishing his first year in the paramedic program, looking to take that into the Fire Academy. Super proud of him, he’s working hard because the paramedic program is NO JOKE.

The shit they deal with…not for me. Proud of him though…

People tend to not think about medical folks (firefighters and paramedics too) until the day they need them.

Always think about how y’all usually meet people on their absolute worst day. That’s tough.