Andy, did you hear about this one?
Andy, did you hear about this one?


In early November, 2011, my son Andrew was born prematurely. He is a 1lb 10 oz micropreemie, currently in the care of a level IV NICU. This is our journey.

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mysonandrew:

MARCH FOR BABIES 2013 | Please help sponsor us by visiting our personal page and making a secure online donation to the March of Dimes. 
This is Andy, now 15 months old, who was born 4 months before his due date. He is now a very happy and healthy little boy thanks to the efforts of our local level IV Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and the generous donations made by the March of Dimes. This is a cause I have always supported through small donations, and in the last year it has become very dear to my heart. Please help us prevent more premature births and support those families with little ones in intensive care units around the world.

mysonandrew:

MARCH FOR BABIES 2013 | Please help sponsor us by visiting our personal page and making a secure online donation to the March of Dimes.

This is Andy, now 15 months old, who was born 4 months before his due date. He is now a very happy and healthy little boy thanks to the efforts of our local level IV Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and the generous donations made by the March of Dimes. This is a cause I have always supported through small donations, and in the last year it has become very dear to my heart. Please help us prevent more premature births and support those families with little ones in intensive care units around the world.



MARCH FOR BABIES 2013 | Please help sponsor us by visiting our personal page and making a secure online donation to the March of Dimes. 
This is Andy, now 15 months old, who was born 4 months before his due date. He is now a very happy and healthy little boy thanks to the efforts of our local level IV Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and the generous donations made by the March of Dimes. This is a cause I have always supported through small donations, and in the last year it has become very dear to my heart. Please help us prevent more premature births and support those families with little ones in intensive care units around the world.

MARCH FOR BABIES 2013 | Please help sponsor us by visiting our personal page and making a secure online donation to the March of Dimes.

This is Andy, now 15 months old, who was born 4 months before his due date. He is now a very happy and healthy little boy thanks to the efforts of our local level IV Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and the generous donations made by the March of Dimes. This is a cause I have always supported through small donations, and in the last year it has become very dear to my heart. Please help us prevent more premature births and support those families with little ones in intensive care units around the world.



Now and then. Just donated all of my pampers points to march of dimes.

Now and then. Just donated all of my pampers points to march of dimes.



9 months old and 6 months out of the NICU.

And this week, we were given the official discontinue notice on our oxygen, we cut our first tooth, had our first diaper rash (yikes!), and started crawling for the first time.



kittiegotsbabyfangs:

Decided to take a walk down to the falls this morning.

And went back this evening for a picnic with my two most favorite handsome men. (:

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A few days late, but this little munchkin just turned seven months old. And on that day, we had the official okay to take him completely off of his oxygen. No more tanks! Tomorrow we’re having a sleep study done to see if he still needs to be medicated for his BPD. He’s starting to roll over now, and is sooo vocal and smiles socially. All of his doctors are thrilled with his progress, as am I. And of course, he breaks the hearts of every nurse in the NICU when we stop by to visit. :) Mo, the nurse who took care of him more than either of his primaries did, has his photo up on her fridge and knows who’s coming to visit when the PCA tells her ‘her boyfriend’ is in. The last time I was in, she held him for as long as she could, and before we left gave me the biggest hug and told me that in all of her 33 years of nursing, I was one, if not the most, of her favorite mothers. I don’t think I could ever be paid a higher compliment than that. Little things like that make this constant battle to keep strong well worth it.

A few days late, but this little munchkin just turned seven months old. And on that day, we had the official okay to take him completely off of his oxygen. No more tanks! Tomorrow we’re having a sleep study done to see if he still needs to be medicated for his BPD. He’s starting to roll over now, and is sooo vocal and smiles socially. All of his doctors are thrilled with his progress, as am I. And of course, he breaks the hearts of every nurse in the NICU when we stop by to visit. :) Mo, the nurse who took care of him more than either of his primaries did, has his photo up on her fridge and knows who’s coming to visit when the PCA tells her ‘her boyfriend’ is in. The last time I was in, she held him for as long as she could, and before we left gave me the biggest hug and told me that in all of her 33 years of nursing, I was one, if not the most, of her favorite mothers. I don’t think I could ever be paid a higher compliment than that. Little things like that make this constant battle to keep strong well worth it.



caught the little one yelling at the puppies on the toy bar of his swing this morning

Funniest moment of parenthood so far.



Today this little man is six months old, and not so little! He’s 14 and a half pounds today, which is miraculous considering just six months ago he weighed only a little over a pound and a half.

Today was also the day the Children’s Hospital that was in charge of Andrew’s care had their telethon. They raised over 50, 000 dollars today to help care for the children there. I’m so greatful for those who are constantly donating and allow the people there to do what they do best, and help the children of families that otherwise couldn’t afford the care.

Without these people, and without the wonderful team of doctors and nurses at our local medical center, I wouldn’t have this little sweet pea babbling in my ear and drooling on my shoulder right now.

Happy six months, little man.



I don’t like to post photos of him online, especially not on tumblr, but I couldn’t resist with this one. He’s getting so big, and he doesn’t need to have his cannula on all the time anymore. (: This is my Andrew, the only light in my life. (Please do not reblog this post!)
Apr 14th

I don’t like to post photos of him online, especially not on tumblr, but I couldn’t resist with this one. He’s getting so big, and he doesn’t need to have his cannula on all the time anymore. (: This is my Andrew, the only light in my life.

(Please do not reblog this post!)

I don’t like to post photos of him online, especially not on tumblr, but I couldn’t resist with this one. He’s getting so big, and he doesn’t need to have his cannula on all the time anymore. (: This is my Andrew, the only light in my life. (Please do not reblog this post!)
Apr 14th

I don’t like to post photos of him online, especially not on tumblr, but I couldn’t resist with this one. He’s getting so big, and he doesn’t need to have his cannula on all the time anymore. (: This is my Andrew, the only light in my life.

(Please do not reblog this post!)



Breath.

A lot of the time I spend with my son, I spend with a hand resting over his chest. I need that reassurance that he’s breathing, monitor or no. That somewhat unsteady, sometimes too quick rise and fall is the most comforting thing to me these days. He is taking his own breaths. My son is BREATHING.

I hear moms say it all the time. “Oh, I used to watch him/her sleep all the time just to make sure he/she was breathing.” They say it in a very sweet, sentimental way. It was just new mom jitters. For myself, and others like me, this isn’t the jitters. It’s not sweet, though it is sentimental in a way. It’s pure reassurance. Because we’ve known what it’s like to see our baby stop breathing. We’ve stood at bedside with white knuckles, and watched a team of doctors force a tube down our baby’s throat so that they can breathe again, and his or her heart can keep beating. We’ve heard the shrill alarms in the ICU that tell us that that little heart came dangerously close to stopping. We’ve waited out apnea watch periods. We’ve seen little lips and faces turn from pink, to white, to blue. It never stops being terrifying.

"Welcome to parenthood!" We get that a lot too when baby finally comes home. Ironically, we’re the ones who aren’t welcomed into parenthood. We’re the ones who were thrown into it, who may have almost lost our lives to it. We had an advantage in a way, we got to know our babies for months before they were our own responsibility. However, we paid dearly for that advantage. Parenthood came with a price for some of us.

Each breath my son takes is something precious to me. It took him months to be able to take those breaths on his own, without the aid of a machine. He has fought so hard for each and every single one of them.

Each breath is a miracle.

Those rise and falls beneath my palm are the most comfort I’ve been able to find in ages.

Andrew, you truly are the strongest little man I know.



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