My Baby Is 2!!!

I know I am late on blogging about this, but it was to depressing to blog about.On the 12th my little boy turned 2. It was so hard for me to realize that he is not the little baby I took home from the hospital. MacRae is a miracle in our lives. This is the story of how he came to be.

We decided after 3 years of marriage that our family was missing something. We began trying to get pregnant, after a long year of procedures, numerous doctor and specialist visits, blood tests, and a small operation, we realized that I would not be able to become pregnant on my own, so I then began hormone replacements and infertility drugs. I prayed and prayed to be able to be pregnant, to give birth and to be able nurse my child. It was very hard on us physically and emotionally, but after 10 months my prayers were answered, and when I peed on the stick I finally got 2 pink lines.

There are not words to describe the feeling we felt about this little spirit that would be joining our family. Being pregnant was great. I was never sick, and loved every minute of it, until 25 weeks came around. I woke up that morning and I was bleeding. I thought that I was having a miscarriage. I was rushed to the hospital to find out that I had placenta previa, but the baby was fine. I was told to take it easy for the weekend and come back in a few days to see how I was doing. I was reassured that a lot of women get this, but that more than 60% moves back to where it is suppose to be and everything is fine. Well this wasn't true in my case, I bled again at 29 weeks, and received two rounds of steroid shots to help the babies lungs developed if he came early. I was then put on strict bed rest until I delivered him for a planned C-section at 38 weeks.

I bled again at 32 weeks at was ambluanced to LDS hospital where I was admitted for 2 weeks. All the while I had to do non-stress testing twice a week, but it always showed that the baby was fine. Every time I would go in MacRae would be so active that I finished before all the other moms, I should have known what kind of kid he was going to be.

The weeks of bed rest came and went, so depressing and slow, but I finally made it to 36 weeks. The next night I bled again for the fourth and last time. Stu rushed me to the hospital and I was prepared for an emergency C-section immediately. MacRae was born at 3:30 am that morning weighing 7 lbs. 5 oz and 19 1/2 inches long (Can you inagine how big he would have been at full term?). When I first heard him cry, I knew that it was the sweet little boy I had fallen in live with for the last 8 months. I only got to see him for a few seconds, because he wasn't breathing very well. He was whisked away to the nursery for tests. After recovery and getting back to my room, Stu came to tell me all about him. I then had to wait 8 horrible hours until my anesthetize wore off until I could hold him for the first time.

Stu wheeled me into the nursery and I saw him laying there in his incubator, with a oxygen tent over his head to help him breathe, tubes running all over him hooked to machines, and I thought he was the most beautiful child I had ever seen. At that moment nothing that I had gone through mattered. When I looked into those beautiful brown eyes, I fell even more in love.

MacRae has been an amazing child. There is not a day that goes by, that I don't thank my heavenly father for him. I could have never imagined the love I would have for someone, as much as I do for him. There is no greater blessing than that of being a mother. I am so glad that he chose to come live with our family.

Here he is on his present from us. I can't beleive he is old enough to ride it.