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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Sicko's

Good lord, what a week. It started on Sunday, 3am to be exact. Crying Noah, led me to check on him, only to discover a burning hot little man. Sunday his fever spiked to 104.5, scary! He has been sick sick sick ever since. No appetite. Yesterday he had nothing to eat . My poor skinny little man. He has an ear infection, sore throat, cough, runny nose and has puked twice. He is just miserable and I am miserable for him! This is the sickest he has ever been and it blows. Being hormonal and 6 months pregnant does not help. It will be a divine miracle if I don't catch this...I am assuming it's the flu and that would be terrible! I am starting to regret declining the flu shot!

I have had the week off from work playing nurse mommy. I am just hoping he gets better soon and I get my old mundane life back. Mundane is good.

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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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