I still have the text message on my phone from a friend from the day I was inseminated with a paltry 4.5 million sperm. A friend wrote back "I'm sorry. I was praying for millions and millions."
Twelve days later- Christmas day- there were 2 lines on a stick. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. I looked at David with a curious look on my face and when he said "What?" I said "I think I'm pregnant again." We both stared at each other for a long moment and started to smile, then quickly caught ourselves. "Let's see what the doctor says."
We'd seen 2 lines before. Twice. And no babies to show for it. We'd wait and see.
Of course, the doctor confirmed. I was due Thursday, September 4. Four days from now.
That is the day they tell me I'll be bringing my son home. He won't be a red faced newborn, maybe 8 pounds or so. Instead he'll be a tiny 3 month old hooked to a heart monitor. But he's ours. And he'll be home.
Dr. C came to talk to me today. Mostly to tell me goodbye. I cried, of course. We both told each other how much we'd enjoyed knowing each other. I promised to visit. He promised to call me about a doctor's appointment I've been nagging him to make.
A nurse or two has come by to congratulate us on going home soon. "He looks SO. GOOD." they tell me.
I won't miss having to drive across town to see my son. I won't miss feeling like a spectator in his life. I won't miss having to wake up and wonder who is taking care of him today.
But I'll miss a lot of the people. Gavin's parents, Elizabeth's parents, Lexi's, Keith, Luca, Jacob, Cecelia...
And there are the nurses. There are the few that I won't miss at all. But by and large, I'll miss a lot of them. When they come to tell me how cute he is, to see what he's wearing today. To congratulate us on no vent, a crib, no oxygen.. going home.. They are part of the family.
They are all part of the team that saved my son's life. Even that God forsaken vent- much as I hate it- saved my son's life.
I'm forever grateful.
Now let the celebration begin.
It wouldn't be a weekend without PICTURES!!
13weeks old! (and ANGRY!)
That's my mommy up there!
Look at my fancy hospital crib: