I think I told you that I have lots of birthdays this time of year at my house. Another one today. 14 years ago today, in the wee hours of the morning I was rushed to the hospital in labor, six weeks early.
My fifth son was in fetal distress, was lying transverse and I underwent an emergency C-Section. He weighed only 3 pounds, 16 ounces...very underweight for his gestational age and the doctor's fingers left bruises on his chest. Blood test revealed that he was lacking a clotting factor, so he was flown that night to Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake City. While there a feeding tube was inserted and irritated the lining of his stomach. He began to bleed uncontrollably. It took 6 people to manage his care for the next several hours and he now holds the record for tranfusions in the PCMC NICU. After three weeks of watching the monitor numbers and lab values bounce up and down, he made an abrupt about face and we were able to bring him home.
It wasn't easy. He was a REALLY ornery kid. I had to feed him every two hours so he'd gain weight. We worried about him as he grew. We weren't sure whether the bleeding would effect his learning and development. It has to a minor extent. His biggest problems have been visual.
For the most part he is totally normal. We are so blessed to have been able to bring him home to our family. He has outgrown the ornery stage and we can't imagine our home without him.
He's 14 today. That funny, teenage stage. Happy birthday, Buddy!