When Liam was born, Dave and I became parents almost 16 weeks ahead of schedule !!! 16 WEEKS !!!! That's more than 3 months....but yet there he was, and according to the doctors, he had 10 little fingers, and 10 little toes, and everything else that goes along with a little boy.
Liam was whisked away very quickly, they needed to do everything possible to resuscitate this little boy, and get him intubated, and stable. We didn't get to see him , and we have none of those blissful first family photographs that most people have. Instead, we were left to wonder what was happening to our precious little boy while "Doogie Howser" stitched me up. I remember thinking...." Good god, how old are these doctors...and should they be talking about their weekend plans while they perform surgery "....lol...silly now, when I think about it !!!
Once I was all stitched up, it was off to recovery. We still had very little information on Liam, and being in recovery was very difficult for me. Dave had gone to see our family and friends that were waiting, to let them know what was going on. I was wheeled into a corner, where I laid for what seemed like an eternity !!! I was offered some ice water, and helped into some fantastic "stretchy" underwear, that I could pull up to my armpits....lol !!!! As I lay there, I couldn't help but notice a new family across from me...bonding with their most adorable newborn....all I could do was cry, and wonder what was going on with our little man. I was so very grateful to have Dave and our family come back to the room....I needed a distraction from everything that was so perfect for another new family, and I needed to know how Liam was.
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