Just another miracle

I'm going to sit and reflect now since on Saturday when the event takes place we will be at Disneyland, seeing how many corn dogs we can handle.  (Seriously have you had Dland corn dogs??? Yummm!) T turns 2 on Saturday (here come the tears).  Our Father performs miracles everyday...everyday!  Kids are a miracle all in themselves but to love on a extra special blessing every chance you get is just wonderful.  T was born on 1.15 @ 1:15, so I won't forget =)  My pregnancy was truckin' along pretty normal for me.  Crazy panic attacks the first couple weeks, then the non-eating, tired, weak and "this house smells" stuff.  We went in for our 20 week ultrasound and I was determined to not find out what we were having.  J smiled his smile and surprise It's a boy =)  They mentioned placenta previa, something I had with Jake at 20 weeks but it fixed itself then and I figured it would do the same now. Why not?  Around November I was really tired and my ob told me to take it easy. Well after a long stressful day at Disneyland we were on our way home, a different way because of the Yorba Linda fires, and some contractions started. It was 11/15 and I was due 1/31 I was 29 weeks. Scary! We ended up in Vista at Tri-City and severe dehyration was the prognosis. Baby looks good...you are now on modified bed rest. First week of December I had to go in to the High Risk OB to check on the placentia previa.  Still there, looks like that thing ain't moving.  The tech was taking a really long time and asked me if larger heads run in the family...Ha! Have you seen my son, husband etc...??  She left and ushered me into the genetic counseling office.  They told me the baby has some markers for some different things and we want to check them out.  Probably nothing to worry about but it could be Down Syndrome, Trisomy 18, Hydrocephalus or Dandy Walker Malformation, but again it's probably nothing.  Yeah, did they know who they were talking to? They scheduled me for an MRI that week.  The MRI wouldn't tell us for sure but it could rule out a couple things.  I remember calling J when I got in the car and just sobbing "Something is wrong with his brain"  I was terrified for T, not for me but for T.  I didn't care if he came out of there red, orange, green, 1 leg or whatever I just wanted him. The MRI was scary, loud and oh so fun for a 7month pregnant gal to squeeze into. J sat at my head and played with my hair the whole time.  Results would come in a couple days.  When they didn't call until after the weekend I took it as a good sign.  Dandy Walker was a negative and other then that we would have to wait until birth. I kept going along, day by day. I was at the hospital 2-3 days a week to have NST's and at the OB 1-2 days a week to have a fluid check, measurements of T and his head.  He was measuring so big they thought for sure my dates were wrong so we set up an amnio for Jan 8th, if he was ready the CSection would be on the 9th. There is something like a 1% chance of going into labor after having an amnio....Naturally I was that 1%.  I spent all day in triage getting the contractions to stop after the amnio came back "not done cooking yet".  It's like the thermometer you put in the turkey hoping it gets past the temp you want.  After that it was 1 week strict bed-rest (only up to the bathroom and shower for 5 minutes).  Yes that was fun with a 3 year old.  They scheduled the C-section for the 15th, thinking he would be "done" by then.  We went in and while we were waiting my water broke, I guess T liked that day too.  I did exceptionally well for being...well me.  I was calm and actually enjoyed the whole process, unlike the 18 hours of no meds labor with J. (man this is getting long...sorry but now I have the whole thing written out which makes me smile)  So my giant baby that they thought surely was a 10 or 11+ pounder was a tiny 7lb5oz no booty little thing.  He was beautiful.  We seriously make the most gorgeous kids, not kidding. BTW I had my tubes tied then, no way was I putting another baby, my family or myself through any of that again.  After he was born his temp and blood sugar was a little off and he stayed in the nursery a little longer.  I remember being wheeled into my room and he was there just sleeping the day away.  I was high on Morphine and went in and out. I hadn't held him yet I was afraid I would drop him.  The nurses came in and took him to do stats at 6pm during the shift switch.  She came back in to tell me his temp was still a little low and they were going to keep him in the nursery a little longer.  I got updates all night and now his belly was distended and they were now doing an Xray.  Our pedi came in the morning and I already knew what he was going to say " I think it is best to transfer him to Rady's NICU" I knew it.  See I debated about having him up in our small little medical center for months.  Towards the end I felt it was best for all of us to have him close to home.  Blah...What do I know.  I still hadn't held him yet! He was almost a day old already.  They wheeled me in, catheter and all to hold my love.  There aren't words for what I felt.  Heartbroken doesn't come close.  I spent that night alone in my hospital room, high on Vicadin this time.  I was released the next day and went to go see my baby.  He was by far the healthiest newborn in that NICU but that didn't matter, he was there and I wanted him home.  They ran all sorts of tests and found nothing to be wrong!!!  (He has a spot in his the back of his brain that is a little enlarged and will need monitoring.  He has had an MRI and there has been no change, which is good.) So nothing too major, just a little early and too lazy and tired to eat.  My T too lazy to eat! You should see him now,  my almost 2 year old weighs 40 pounds!  The biggest snuggle love muffin there is. He is snoring the night away in bed right next to me as I type. Yes we co-sleep! It's awesome, try it.  So 6 days in the NICU and he came home.  We had to write down everything he did, how much he ate...everything. We had actually done the same thing with J (because I was crazy) and I love looking back at those little books. Every feed, pee, poop, spit up of the first few months all there. Priceless. And that's the beginning of T's amazing miracle of life.  He's a ton of fun. Has cost us a TON of money and is worth way beyond every penny. At 5 weeks he was hospitalized with RSV, I call that week the lowest of the lows for me (see previous post).  He had torticollis and plagiocephaly and wore a corrective helmet for a while.  It worked wonders but there is still a flat spot. He was in physical therapy and still tends to favor his right side in everything he does. He doesn't talk...at all and we are still praying about speech therapy. He WILL melt your heart, I see it happen everyday.  I pass people in the store and they say " did you see that baby, so cute"  I have yet to figure out a way to make money off his good looks =) Just kidding...kinda. He is a miracle in every way shape and form, a piece of Heaven on earth, a Gift sent from Our Savior to remind us to turn our eyes back to Him!