Morning Cab to the NICU
A lot has happened in the last year, and I haven't been able—or necessarily had the drive—to record and publish. Our daughter was born in July 2022, and spent the first month and a half of her life in the NICU. Each morning, we'd get up, pack a bag and hail a cab to go be with her. We spent a lot of money on cab rides that month.
I recorded a majority of those cab rides. They were often the only alone time I had during the day. The rumble, bangs and rattles were an oddly comforting break from the predictably constant tones and alarms of the NICU. While this was a happy time in our life it was also scary, because we were also dealing with my wife's cancer diagnosis and impending treatment. These cab rides were a time to sit and not worry—just listen.
Times are much happier and hopeful these days. 💜