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Navigating the unexpected twists and turns of motherhood
Baby Blessing
Miracle Man
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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About Me
- Mommy07
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- Wine drinking, picture taking, social working, Noah & Rowen loving, husband nagging- in no particular order
4 comments:
Don't apologise, everyone is allowed to have a bad day. I am glad today is better though!
I agree, please don't apologize. That's what blogs are for—pouring your heart out!
Yay on the bacon!
Hey girl! I was JUST thinking of you yesterday... strange. I adore the photo in your blog header!!! He is really so handsome.
About the eating thing... I was right there with ya about 6 months ago. Now, we're at the other end of the spectrum. We waited sooo long for her to show an interest in food and now we can't turn it off! She wants to eat all the time. So maybe there's hope. I feel for you because it was so frustrating for me. Constant source of worry at every meal.
It is so refreshing to see his smiling face though! Do you Facebook? I find it so much easier to keep up with folks over there... now that I feel like I have a million things going on all the time.
:)
Just finding your blog through Ellen's (who seems to have commented just above).
We're having eating issues as well. By now (son 4 yrs) I've accepted that he will always be very tall and very slim. He was like that as a baby, too. With a smaller than average head he _really_ looks slim. Not your average "chubby" baby, nooo. He was always a picky eater - well, apart from a couple of months per year when he will be super hungry and devour just about anything. The rest of the time: bread and rice are his favoured dishes.
I once came across a blog discussion (might it have been at suburbanbliss.net?) about kids' eating habits, where a common grief was white-food-group-eaters. Someone said they taught their kids to eat better by offering them, say, one pea at dinner time. One pea. After they ate it, a second pea. And so on, until they were allowed a slice of bread or a cracker. They are not going to die of hunger even if they have to go to bed one or two nights with an empty stomach! I tried a similar approach, although a little bit less dramatic: I just hid all the bread, pasta, rice etc. until the proteins+veggies had been at least tasted and only then offered them. If I bring in white bread on the table at dinner time, I can forget about the son eating anything else.
This is just an idea. Like I said, I just found your blog and don't know your background and specific conditions very well yet! :o)
All the best,
May
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