Friday, July 22, 2011

9 years ago today.

9 years ago today I was sitting in a hospital room, much like I am today. Though, at that time I was just 26 weeks pregnant. I was frightened for my baby, missing my baby girl who was at home growing each day and my husband who was juggling many roles. I was confined to my bed trying all the tricks that the doctors could come up with to keep this baby boy inside my belly for as long as humanly possible. It was nearly two weeks since I had come in to the hospital and it didn't look promising for me to hold out much longer. The neonatologist had come to talk with us a week earlier about what to expect and the options that we had. I had read and reasearched anything and everything I could get my hands on about premature babies. I don't believe you can ever be truly ready for an experience such as was about to happen, but I suppose I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

Wyatt's doing well. "Well" being a relative term, of course. He's playing a game on the iPad and watching TV as I type. He's been sleeping more today, but alert and interacting when awake. All and all it's been a pretty quiet and low key day.

However, tomorrow may be a different story. Tomorrow there's going to be a party in room 1. Not just any party, but a birthday party for the boy who is laying in the bed to my left. That's right, my friends, tomorrow is a special day....Wyatt's Birthday!

I've been thinking about the events that happened 9 years ago a lot today. Recently feeling many similar emotions that I did at that time, but slightly altered. We've all learned along the way, matured and adapted to all the changes that the past 9 years have thrown at us, celebrating every 12 months. Bryan and I can't help but feeling as if it's an accomplishment, a blessing....another year, another Birthday. He made it...we made it!

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  1. Happy Birthday Wyatt! Stay strong! Praying for you all.

  2. Happy Birthday Wyatt! My daughter was a 28 weeker. I had an infection that caused my water to break. Sarah got the infection (Klebsiellla) and antibiotics didn't take care of it and it went into Spinal Meningitis. She had a Grade 3 brain bleed, and had hydrocephalus. That was the start of our roller coaster ride! She will 16 in January! I pray for Wyatt everyday! He is a miracle! Here is my blog if you want to see my daughter, Sarah.