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My 24 Week Warrior

Updated on April 23, 2015

I would like to first start off by saying, I never knew the feeling of “Love at First Sight” till the day my son was born. I knew I loved him from the day that I found out I was pregnant but feel that love grow within seconds is indescribable and the best feeling anyone could ever have. This is just the beginning of everything I could possibly give and provide for him.

My amazing, courageous handsome son Michael was born March 21, 2015; four months early of his due date July 7th. He was so eager to show himself to the world and the great things he will do that he just had to come. I was admitted to the hospital the day prior to his arrival just thinking that maybe it was a case of the Braxton Hicks or maybe the usual round ligament pains that I felt often through this pregnancy. By the time I was checked in I was already 2 cm dilated. The contractions were steady about an hour apart, but boy oh boy were they painful. The doctors and nurses definitely took every precaution necessary just incase he made his debut. I got a steroid shot in the thigh to prepare his lungs for the real world as well as a few different IV’s to make sure that the baby and I were ok.

As the day progressed the contractions were getting closer and closer together, and that is when they gave me the epidural. Just so that I could relax and not have the baby. The goal was to not have a baby and keep me pregnant for as long as they can. The epidural actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it was to be. You hear so many different horror stories that you don’t know which one to believe. Although, I think my husband freaked out a little for me. He said he was hurting watching them put the big needle into my spine. I was finally able to get some sleep that night, I could feel the pressure but not the pain associated with it.

Saturday morning March 21, 2015 eight o’clock am. My nurses had started their morning switch off and the doctors checking in with me to see how I was doing. While checking up on me, the doctors were also going over the game plan just incase baby came today. Explaining the how the NICU team will be in the room with me as I deliver as well as a few other doctors. As both doctors were finishing up our game plan they had asked me if I had any questions. That is when I heard the POP and pain from the pressure. All I could think was “Oh boy!! what better timing then when the doctors are already here in the room.” Within seconds my room was filled with more doctors and nurses, and we were ready to get the show on the road.

At approximately 8:58 am; I heard the faint cry of life from my son. The most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life was the first glance of my precious baby boy. Weighing in only at 1lb 9oz he was the most feistiest preemie I have ever seen in my life. Being the worry wart that I am I made sure that my husband followed him wherever he went until I was able to go see him after recovery. I swear that was the longest 2 hours of my life.

My baby boy is now a month old and getting bigger by the day. I can't believe how young he is and already his personality is showing. He is just like his daddy, stubborn and wants to be able to do things on his own. But, when he is in mommy's arms he is relaxed and knows that his mommy is here to save him from his daily pricks and pokes. I know that it still going to be a long road ahead of us and still some time before I can take him home. But, I know that he is in the best care with his NICU team. Everyday down is one day closer to bringing him home, with that being said HURRY UP JULY!!

"Sometimes the littlest things take up the most room in your heart"

-Winnie the Pooh

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