Dear NICU doctors,

You probably don’t remember me. The last time you saw me, I was hooked up to a ventilator, had a trach and was fed through a gastrostomy tube. I was a mere 5 pounds when I was transferred to the rehab hospital, and I was only allowed to wear clothes for just a few days before my departure. I had lots of salt and pepper hair and huge brown eyes that seemed to stare right into your soul. This picture might help you remember.