Screw you throw-up!

We had to take Noah to the ER yesterday because he was vomiting every feed.  We think he may have caught what Mike and almost every other member of this family had the last couple weeks, a flu bug or virus that wreaks havoc for a couple days and then goes away.  Nonetheless, we can probably say good bye to the short-lived world of 20 lbs because he has not been eating well, understandably, and throwing up a lot.  Damn, I can't wait until we can move and I don't have to worry about all the germs.

1-Year Anniversary

A year ago today, on a rather cold and rainy afternoon, we brought our little peanut home after a very long and agonizing 3-month stay in the NICU at Sharp Mary Birch.  Thank you to all the doctors, nurses and specialist that made that day possible.  And a huge thank you to my husband Mike and my wonderful family for all the support you gave me, I don't think I would have made it out of there with my sanity intact without you.  And most importantly, I would like to give all glory to God.  Without his grace Noah and I wouldn't be here today to share our miraculous story with whoever is willing to hear it.  I made a promise to him upon waking up from my coma to share my love and gratitude for Him every chance I got and I am thankful that this blog is helping me do that today.  Amen!

Off to the Races!

Momma always warned me about those fast boys... should I be scared about how much trouble he's going to get in with his big cousin when he's off that push-toy?!

Entering the world of deuces!

So the last time Noah had a 2 at the start of his weight measurement was back in January of 2010 while he sat in an isolette in the NICU of Sharp Mary Birch Hospital.  I still can't believe the set of circumstances that brought us to the point where I had given birth to a 2lb 8.4oz  baby boy.  I still don't think the magnitude of everything registered to me in my just-came-out-of-a-coma haze when they told me that Noah was okay, that I was okay.  I do, however, remember how I felt the first time I held all 2 pounds of him in my arms that had to be propped up by numerous pillows because of my atrophied body and subsequent weakness.  Hearing his tiny little cry, seeing his tiny little hands and feet, looking into those big eyes and knowing what complete and perfect love was.  And today when the scale read out something with a 2 in front, I was reminded of that love and how Noah continually shows me what a strong and determined soul he is.  This journey, this path, that we walk on everyday can be so challenging.  But it's moments like this that make it all worth it.  I am so proud of my little boy.  He inspires me and reminds me of how blessed we are, everyday, and that is a gift that cannot be quantified.  I thank God everyday and pray for the ability, patience and promise to be the best mother I can be, now and always.  I love you Noah Matthew.