Thankful

One year ago tonight my sweet baby little mister was born. He was born at 6pm. I remember because I went from 4cm to 10cm in 40 minutes. I pushed him out in 20 minutes. He was the worst color of gray anyone had ever seen. He was revived and then after a quick kiss on the forehead, he was swept away into the nicu so the doctors could work on him. The first time I saw him he looked like this. . . .
He had a breathing tube and IVs and all sorts of devices hooked up to every limb. He was so sick. His cord got pinched and he wasn't receiving any new blood or oxygen. He spent a few weeks in the NICU until he got over the problems he was having. In his first few weeks of life he had a blood transfusion, a spinal tap, an MRI, a few EEGs, a lot of drugs, but mostly A LOT of love.
I'm happy to say that today he looks like this . . . . .
He's healthy, strong, sweet, funny. He says "kitty" and "dada". He's saving the best for last "mama". He has beautiful blue eyes. I love him more than anything in the whole wide world.

I thank God every day that that the doctors who were on duty that day were there. They saved my baby's life.