Meeting Baby Boy Tueller

I came out of surgery with my sister by my side along with Tom and Boston and Carson. They comforted me as I did them. When I was released from surgery recovery I was wheeled into a secret garden, hidden from the outside world...the Saint Luke's Newborn Intensive Care Unit. That is where I met my fragile newborn infant. I am not completely clear as to what emotions I felt at that moment or what I saw, but I can recall the fear and anxiety and terror. My baby boy looked like he belonged is a science fiction movie. His skin was transparent, he could not breathe on his own and he was attached to a "gazillion" wires and tubes. At this point he was inside an open bassinet that had a heater in it so that the doctors and nurses could continue to work on him and get him situated. He did not look real. I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly with the assistance of an oscillator. We had no name picked out. It would take about a week to come up with a name that seemed for this baby. I don't think I stayed very long.