My little one was born early.
My little one was in the NICU.
My little one had to be transferred to a different hospital.
My little one came home with medical equipment.
My little one needed help breathing and eating.
My little one needed medical equipment until he was 17 days old.
My little one was hoovering too close to being too small for my comfort.
My little one is too small for Newborn clothing and diapers
yet...
My little man is a miracle!
He has surived so much, in his short time outside of me.
He began breathing with out any help,
his liver began to function like it should,
he opened his eyes.
He is now being alert,
able to eat with minimal help,
and...
the best thing of all...
able to hold my finger with his little hands.
He is strong.
Really strong.
He is sweet,
small,
and
perfect.
He made me a mother, and gave me the most horrible emotional roller coaster ride of my life. He was born after a 54 hour labor followed by a C-section. He had complications, I had complications, but for some reason, God was watching after both of us and let me and my little miracle live.
To my readers, I would like to introduce you to my little boy:
Ciao,
2 comments:
This is probably one of the sweetest posts I've ever read. Congrats on your little boy! He is perfect and I cannot wait to hear more about him! And on a side note, as I read those words, I could tell you're a mom now. The emotion you've written with is pure mom.
Congrats! Glad your little guy is doing better! Enjoy your new addition to your family!
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