By: Sherree Thompson
I’ve been pretty quiet lately. It’s amazing what you can see and hear when you’re not talking. I mean really see and hear….
I’ve been hearing my sweet babies push each other to the point of anger – that point when the gloves come off and the teeth come out. Sweet Daisy is no match for her brother’s strength, so she bites. He, on the other hand, squeezes like he is hugging her. Yeah, I have learned their boundaries, their I-have-had-it-and-now-it’s-your-turn limits.
On Wednesday Jesse will turn five. Five? I have asked myself how in the world he will be five already every day this month. I have reflected over these past years and how amazing it was when he joined our lives. It has been an amazing ride thus far. It hasn’t been easy by any stretch of the word, but it has still been amazing. His entrance was anything but easy. He actually didn’t even want to come out. A week over-due, we finally caved in and did a c-section. It was a smooth surgery, but the following days were insane and blurred by stress and drugs.
Jesse began to have a bit of swelling on his cranium. After days of us asking nurses about it, they rushed him to the NICU. They had just given me my last round of pain meds when they returned with the doctor and this big plastic box. The doctor gave me the papers to sign and my baby was on his way. It was the day I was to be discharged. They tried to rush my discharge so I could fill my prescriptions and then drive to meet Jesse at the NICU. I swear, that was the longest, slowest-moving time in my life.
As I’m writing this, my heart feels that same fear of the unknown. It’s the kind of fear that has no words and leaves you literally speechless. So, the drive to the NICU was very, very quiet. When my husband and I finally arrived, we quickly found where we needed to be and waited. It was this tiny waiting room. At that point, the tears started uncontrollably rolling. I’m so very grateful that God lead me to my husband. There we sat, first time parents, waiting to find out what was happening. Praying that whatever it was, it would be okay.
We were finally brought back to talk with the Doctor on duty. As we made our way through all the tiny, tiny babies, I thought our situation could be so much worse. I didn’t even know what our situation was yet. But seeing a three-pound child fighting like he did made me see a bit of silver lining. As it turned out, Jesse had bleeding between the layers in his head. There is a very technical term for it, but it’s something I have a hard time pronouncing. It was a scary sight to see. The Doc was fantastic in explaining that it WOULD be okay. No surgery was necessary. He explained how the healing process would work. How the body would reabsorb the blood. That it might even take a year for his head to shrink back to normal.
Parents always say what a blessing children are. What a special gift from God they are. When you are knee-deep in poop, your milk is leaking, and your home is a war-zone that is the last thing you want to hear. But looking back at everything that sweet kid has brought me, I can see what they are talking about. He has unintentionally taught me a lot about life and myself. He reminds me to slow down and just listen. To see the beauty in situations that shouldn’t have any. So today, I’m jumping on board with parents and counting him as such an amazing gift.
Happy birthday, my sweet boy!