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Today's photo is a very special one to me. Whenever I find myself completely overwhelmed by Emma I try to take a moment to look at it. First the photo.... Then the story.
First off: Sorry about the photo quality. I had to take a photo of a photo... I'll explain in a second.
When Emma was born at 10:50am on December 12, 2003 she was a happy, healthy 9lbs 2oz baby!
13 hours later while I woke from a painful sleep and Tyler was changing her diaper the nurse and I noticed that Emma was blue. Very blue.
She had been very quiet, slept lots and wasn't at all hungry... the almost perfect baby... *sigh* But it took her turning blue for us to realize that something was wrong.
After a few moments she was rushed away from us (she had been an emergency c-section)... And we were left to wonder what on earth was happening....
SO I decided to take a much needed shower... I remember getting out to the shower and barely getting clothing on when a bunch of nurses came into my room. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30am, on the dot. Emma was there as well.
They explained to us, quickly, that Emma was having breathing problems and they weren't sure why... So they were rushing her by ambulance to the NICU at another hospital (the one we were at didn't have one... Great hospital though, went back to have Zoë!). They would hopefully be able to find me a room at that hospital. Then they handed us the photo above (it's a Polaroid) and left.
As you can see she was in the incubator with bunches of tubes attached to her. They did mention that they were pretty sure she was going to be okay as she was strong. Look at her fist alone!
Long story short (for today) after a week in NICU and a bunch of transfers for me we were able to take home out bundle of joy.
I forget sometimes just how lucky we are to have this little girl. And just how lucky we are that we caught her turning blue. If we had been discharged that day she may have been considered a SIDS baby.... And I have a lot of trouble thinking of that.
Emma pushes me everyday.... And sometimes she pushes a bit to much. More often then not. So every now and then I like to take a single moment to look at this photo and remember what we've been through already and just how very lucky we are to have her in our lives.
I am very, very grateful for my Emma.
3 comments:
Wow, I didn't know that. That would be SO hard. I'm sure glad that things worked out and you have your sweet little girl. What a miracle.
Oh yes.... all moms need pictures like that to remind us how much we do love them when they are acting like little stinkers when older.
Hope you are doing well. Also... you are incredible for the feast you fed those missionaries. Very kind.
Wow! What a story! I knew Emma had spent time in the NICU but never knew the story behind it. How incredibly scary that must have been but what an amazing memory to have whenever you want to literally strangle her now that she's a big girl :). Thanks for sharing.
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