Yes same beginning as the last blog about her birth. lol With new photos added.
9-11 has many meaning for me. Until 3 years ago it was filled with memories of sadness and tragedy, then I went into labor on 9-10-08. LOL I cried. I didn't want a 9-11 baby. After hours of terrible labor full of slow dilation and taking pain meds for the first time, only in the iv, I had my loud and angry baby girl.
When they took her to do her hearing test they found she was struggling to breath. They kept her in the nursery for observation overnight. When I went down the next morning they had the hood over her and she was yanking the feeding tube out of her nose.
When her siblings and papaw finally came up to see her the doctor came in and told us they were going to have to transfer her to st.vincents and I would be released early so I could be with her. That is when we found out she needed a chest tube. Took me until I was signing the release paperwork to breakdown. I was so in shock. I had a perfect pregnancy and she was my fourth I knew how to have a baby. lol
Once she got to st. vincent they hooked her up to all this.
The next morning I got the call she was being put on the ventilator.
First time I got to hold her since she was born. She was 6 days old. Took that long to get the ventilator and chest tube and all that out. By this point she only had 3 or 4 tubes and wires.
Took a week to be able to eat. Never been so happy about poop. Took that long for that too.
10 days old
She has not had any problems since and the only thing remaining are photos and the small scar on her side from the chest tube.
Such a big girl at one.
Aunt Angie gets a bite. aww
Sassy by two
Three years later
Her first day of Kindergarten















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