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Sunday, September 7, 2008

Holy Moly

We had a beautiful day yesterday despite rain and horrible humidity ( seriously felt like we were in the rainforest!) Noah looked so freaking cute I couldn't stand it, and he was actually very well behaved. I am generally a very anxious person so the fact that I actually enjoyed myself and was pretty stress free was cool...I got to catch up with family and friends and really enjoyed the day!

On a sidenote I realize what a blimp I have become in pictures. I guess the excuse " I just had a baby" doesn't fly when you have a 10 month old =)

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Noah's Story

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a mom. Finding out I was pregnant in March of 2007 was the most wonderful time in my life. The future seemed so bright and the possibilities endless. We were young, happy and healthy- nothing could possibly go wrong..until it did.

On November 10th, 2007 at 3:50 am my bouncing baby boy came into the world pink and screaming. 10 fingers, 10 toes, big feet and a head full of dark hair. We joked he would be a soccer player with those feet and all was well in the world...until it wasn't.

about 4 hours after birth while waiting in the nursery for his bath, Noah Joseph stopped breathing. A nurse looked over and saw my baby who was once pink was now grey. Noah was rushed to the NICU all the while having apnea episodes. A CAT scan revealed a severely swollen brain and an EEG done later that night showed seizure activity.

The once bright and promising future was now filled with pessimistic doctor's, fear and sorrow. The day my son was born was the worst day of my life and the best day of my life all wrapped in to one confusing package.

Since Noah was born without any signs of trauma it was immediately thought that he had a metabolic condition although tests subsequently ruled this out. Within two days Noah's brain was no longer swollen and his EEG was normal. An MRI done was normal as well and we were sent home with no answers and the dreaded "wait and see".

What followed was post partum depression, anger, sadness but also the most intense and beautiful love I have ever known.

Becoming a parent is not at all what I expected but it's the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. 2 years later Noah is the happiest, thriving, typical 2 year old boy with no signs that his brain injury will ever slow him down. He is my miracle.

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