I am thankful for Son #7, who just happens to be child #13. I spent 4 weeks on bed rest in the hospital before he came into this world at 32 weeks with no complications. He went through his NICU period without too many set backs and he came home at 36 weeks with no monitors!
He was home less than 48 hours when he coded on us. A blessing for us Daughter #2, she was 11 at the time, wanted to hold him because he was "fussy". She gave him to me because she thought he was hungry. As I was trying to nurse him I realized he had gone limp and was blue. Not a problem, we were use to "blue babies". But he didn't "pink up", he went gray. Daughter #2 went to get my neighbor as I called 911. We started CPR but there was nothing to him, no pulse, no heart beat, nothing. We continued CPR until the firemen and paramedics arrived. When they scooped him up to work on him, Son let out a small high pitched gasping sound...MUSIC TO MY EARS...I had a small piece of hope.
Once he was stable they transported him to the nearest hospital. Imagine as a mother hearing the driver tell his crew they HAD to drive under the speed limit because he was so small they could not strap him down...he weighed about 5 pounds. He coded again on the way to the hospital. We were met with a team of about 12 doctor and nurses for one tiny babe. Later that evening he was transported to the children's hospital and then we had him transferred back to the hospital where he was born a few days later. He was different. Not the same baby I came home with. I could not get the team at the children's hospital to understand that. I knew in my heart I needed someone to see the difference in him who was part of the medical field. That is why we had him transferred. {The hospital where he was born, the NICU doctors are doctors that came from the children's hospital and still worked there from time to time.} They agreed, he was different and only time would tell.
Today he is a healty 8 1/2 year old who is very bright and smart. He is in the 4th grade and is full of life. I am so glad that God gave my son back to me. I know that God has a great purpose for him.
Son, I love you and am thankful for you!
He was home less than 48 hours when he coded on us. A blessing for us Daughter #2, she was 11 at the time, wanted to hold him because he was "fussy". She gave him to me because she thought he was hungry. As I was trying to nurse him I realized he had gone limp and was blue. Not a problem, we were use to "blue babies". But he didn't "pink up", he went gray. Daughter #2 went to get my neighbor as I called 911. We started CPR but there was nothing to him, no pulse, no heart beat, nothing. We continued CPR until the firemen and paramedics arrived. When they scooped him up to work on him, Son let out a small high pitched gasping sound...MUSIC TO MY EARS...I had a small piece of hope.
Once he was stable they transported him to the nearest hospital. Imagine as a mother hearing the driver tell his crew they HAD to drive under the speed limit because he was so small they could not strap him down...he weighed about 5 pounds. He coded again on the way to the hospital. We were met with a team of about 12 doctor and nurses for one tiny babe. Later that evening he was transported to the children's hospital and then we had him transferred back to the hospital where he was born a few days later. He was different. Not the same baby I came home with. I could not get the team at the children's hospital to understand that. I knew in my heart I needed someone to see the difference in him who was part of the medical field. That is why we had him transferred. {The hospital where he was born, the NICU doctors are doctors that came from the children's hospital and still worked there from time to time.} They agreed, he was different and only time would tell.
Today he is a healty 8 1/2 year old who is very bright and smart. He is in the 4th grade and is full of life. I am so glad that God gave my son back to me. I know that God has a great purpose for him.
Son, I love you and am thankful for you!
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