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That is the most beautiful thing I have ever read on this entire website. Congrats to him and to you. You are doing an awesome job.

Now I need to go call My mother!! :rose: x12
 
Wow. That choked me up (my son had a difficult birth and had to be 'jump started,' but not nearly on the same scale). You and your son's spirits are strong. :heart: :rose: Happy birthday to you both! :)
 
Incredible
Another Woman who refused fate and won!
Congratulations on listening to yourself and your baby...
ANd fasten your seat belt! LOL

Seriously-crying at 8 in the morning-
Please - PUBLISH your story- so many women (and men) need to hear it.

:rose: :rose: :rose:
 
Children are so inspiring with their strength and resilience, aren't they?

Seven years ago tomorrow, spidey was born. He was three weeks early, and he couldn't breathe correctly. The doctor told us they were going to airlift him by helicopter to the hospital in Hunstville - it was the closest one with an NICU.

Like you, before the helicopter had gotten there I'd talked my doctor into releasing me just an hour after his birth so that I could go up there to be with him. His only condition was that my mother, who lives in Hunstville, come get me and that I stay with her. It wasn't a hard condition to agree to, she was already on her way to the hospital where I was.

Just before the helicopter got there, by some miracle, his breathing righted itself, but the pediatrician warned us that he most likely had asthma - extreme asthma.

Five months later, and numerous doctor visits, we finally saw a pulmonary specialist at Children's Hospital. He didn't have asthma, but his breathing still wasn't quite right. Turns out, his aorta had split in two, and part of it was wrapped around his windpipe.

Heart surgery a few weeks later - he was five and a half months old - but now I have a very active and healthy almost-seven-year-old. The only reminder of any of it is a scar on his chest that gets smaller and smaller every year.

I was lucky to have great doctors, but no...they don't know everything.

Happy birthday to yours, and to mine, too. :rose:
 
cloudy said:
Children are so inspiring with their strength and resilience, aren't they?

Seven years ago tomorrow, spidey was born. He was three weeks early, and he couldn't breathe correctly. The doctor told us they were going to airlift him by helicopter to the hospital in Hunstville - it was the closest one with an NICU.

Like you, before the helicopter had gotten there I'd talked my doctor into releasing me just an hour after his birth so that I could go up there to be with him. His only condition was that my mother, who lives in Hunstville, come get me and that I stay with her. It wasn't a hard condition to agree to, she was already on her way to the hospital where I was.

Just before the helicopter got there, by some miracle, his breathing righted itself, but the pediatrician warned us that he most likely had asthma - extreme asthma.

Five months later, and numerous doctor visits, we finally saw a pulmonary specialist at Children's Hospital. He didn't have asthma, but his breathing still wasn't quite right. Turns out, his aorta had split in two, and part of it was wrapped around his windpipe.

Heart surgery a few weeks later - he was five and a half months old - but now I have a very active and healthy almost-seven-year-old. The only reminder of any of it is a scar on his chest that gets smaller and smaller every year.

I was lucky to have great doctors, but no...they don't know everything.

Happy birthday to yours, and to mine, too. :rose:

:rose: Happy birthday, Spidey!
 
Happy Birthday to your son.

Be sure to tell him, he has a great, stupendous Mom.
 
A beautiful story Imp. :kiss:

My daughter (second) turns 13 in Oct. She was born 3 mths. premature and I too was told... she won't make it. She had to have a red blood cell transfusion. IV's and monitors littered her little body. I was discharged and she stayed behind, then I developed an infection and was admitted to a different hospital in a different town. I wasn't allowed to visit her for two weeks because of my infection and my fever. I remember fearing her death. I needed to be with her. She needed me. At this time I also had her sister at home. She was only 7mths and 6 days old. It was a difficult time for all of us. Breast milk was pumped, but thrown away because of the infection, eventually though my body shut down and I no longer produced milk. It bothered me because I knew I had the means to give her an extra boost to the immune system. She did gain weight and come home at 5lbs. She'd been born at 3 and was 1/2 inch longer than a Barbie Doll. We dressed her in doll clothes (cabbage patch size and some smaller). We had a heart monitor on her for six months too.

My daughter is a great kid. She has no health issues and I am thankful for that.

*hugs* to you and yours. :kiss:
 
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