Honoring those Who work in NICU

#NICUAwarenessMonth

Wow! Looking back at these pictures only amazes me at how far my little man has come! When your baby comes out of the womb fighting for his life, you KNOW he’s nothing but a true soldier!

On April 27th of last year, my precious baby boy, Kairo, threw me into labor, only to realize that with every contraction I had, his heart rate dropped extremely low.

The Drs knew right away that something had to be done, and FAST! I was rushed immediately to the operating room as I had nurses sticking me with needles and throwing documents in my face saying I had to sign in case anything were to happen to me or the baby. I remember looking up at the overhead lights thinking I was in a scene from some movie and praying to God to keep my little boy and I safe.

It was very traumatic as the team was rushing to get me anesthesia and poor freezing cold iodine all over my belly. They kept yelling, “We don’t have time, we don’t have time.” You could imagine the thoughts that were going on inside my head right before I passed out from the medicine.

When I woke up, 2 hours after my emergency c-section, the first thing that came outta my mouth was “Where’s my baby?” The nurse standing by told me that when he came out, his heart wasn’t beating, he wasn’t breathing and had to be resuscitated. My heart dropped immediately.

They wouIdn’t let me see him because I was recovering from surgery and he was in the NICU. It took hours before I was able to get into a wheel chair so that I could be wheeled up to see my baby boy for the first time. As soon as I got to his bed, all I saw were tubes all over him. The nurse mentioned that he had some seizures and as soon as I turned to look at him, he started tremoring into one. The emotions that came over me in that moment were unexplainable.

They told me that he’d have to be helicoptered 3 hours away, to the Ruby Memorial Hospital at WVU, since they were the only pediatric neurologists that could deal with his trauma. The same day he was born, he was flown out.

There I was, stuck, 3 hours away from my brand new precious baby boy that I still haven’t been able to hold. The hospital finally released me within 2 days of surgery knowing that I NEEDED to get to him. Thank God his Daddy was able to drive up to be with him right away!

I waited a whole WEEK before I could pick up and hold my baby. Do you know that was one of the TOUGHEST weeks of my life! When I finally had the opportunity to have him on my chest, I weeped like a baby with tears of fulfillment!

I can’t even go through all the details of the month that we were there and the obstacles he had to overcome. But he fought his way right through that battle and overcame a stroke! And none of these Drs are able to explain WHY?

What I DO know is, he has been nothing but a blessing to our family! He is the life of the party and has such a cool little soul! He’s so strong and I thank God for getting us through that tough time and for him every day!

And shout out to all of the NICU nurses that took care of my baby and everybody else’s! I developed a relationship with a couple of them in that month and I know they were fulfilled in their position! They took great care of Kairo and loved him and I appreciate them for that!