Imagine....going to the doctors because you felt funny all summer.

Imagine....after hubby has had a vasectomy for a few years that the doctor tells you are pregnant. Impossible I say...I am having a period and tell her about hubby.

Imagine....being told you must be miscarrying then...rushing to an ultrasound and being told everything is fine...you have a healthy 12 week baby inside you:)

Imagine...at 20 weeks...your water breaking. Being told to go home for bedrest.

Imagine...feeling elated because you seem to have sealed up and then feeling scared to death because your water completely breaks.

Imagine....your doctor telling you that your baby has no chance of survival..you'll either go into labor or develop an infection and have the baby within a week.

Imagine....calling the on-call OB and telling him you are coming in to be induced, that you cant stand the feeling of your baby kicking, just to know it will die anyway.

Imagine....that doctor had a neonatologist call you...and he explains that if I can keep the baby in for just 3 more weeks...it may survive. This is all the hope you need:) You get transferred to a high risk OB, because you doctor thinks you are nuts.

Imagine....being on moderated bedrest for the next 6 weeks (with one false labor) and then going to the bathroom and seeing blood on New Years Day.

Imagine....after a overnight stay..they say you can go home..only to get up and feel something tear inside you. (Placenta abruptia)

Imagine....going into emergency surgery and having the doctors knock you out because you are too hysterical.

Imagine....the next day being told you have a son that weighs 2 lbs 9 oz and being told he is big for his gestational age of 27 weeks.

Imagine....holding him for the 1st time when he was 8 days old.

Imagine...that after 69 days at the hospital that this wonderful fighter of a boy comes home at 4 lbs 10 oz.

Imagine...today he is 16 months old and the happiest boy you have ever seen.

Imagine...that you know he has delays, but you don't get too worried about because you know he will conquer these delays just like he conquered the odds to get here in this world.

Traci
mom to Noah (27 weeker) now 16 months old and just said his first word this week "Go!"