Imagine...being young, only 20 years old, being at a party, and having contractions at 29 weeks.

Imagine...lengthy stays in the hospital, mag sulfate, brethine, a couple drugs for heart problems because you were once told you could not have children because you would die in labor due to a heart defect, getting numerous steroid shots, vomiting on the floor because the trash can was too far away, a husband who works 12 hour shifts, and cannot be at the hospital, and just being scared to death.

Imagine...a couple of weeks later, being told the baby was going to be here today because there was no more amniotic fluid, and not really knowing where it went, either.

Imagine...being induced, giving birth to a little bitty boy, and the first words that come out of your mouth are "that came out of me?!"

Imagine...seeing your son in an incubator, under bili-lights, with a warmer, a feeding tube, and a lot of wires, not really knowing what they were.

Imagine...putting a little stuffed eeyore doll on your baby's chest to take a cute picture.

Imagine...finally bringing your son home, and not knowing what the hell you are doing, having to take him to the hospital several times, to the doctor even more than that, praying to whoever is listening that his EKG turns out normal...and it does.

Imagine...seeing that first smile, and just bawling because it is so cute.

Thanks. Jenny, and my son, Draven