Memphis Grey

When Memphis was born, I have to admit, I was terrified he wouldn't make it out of that hospital alive. He was born via c-section on March 19, 2009 @ 9:22 PM - this was after me being in "induced" labor for 24 hours. After being in labor for that long, having had my water broke, and me still not dilated past 2.5 cm, the doctor decided it was best to go ahead and take him.

Of course, when he was first born, I was so drugged up it never phased me that his feet were as black as a Crayola crayon. It never phased me either how quickly they rushed out of the OR either. In fact, it wasn't until about 5 hours later that night when I still had no baby in my arms that I begin to realize that something wasn't right. 

At around midnight that night, a nurse practicioner came in and informed me that Memphis was currently under an oxygen box, and that not only was he born with wet lungs, but he was severely malnourished form his cord being coiled as tightly as a telephone cord. Still, she seemed positive and made me believe within a couple of hours, I would be holding a baby.

A couple of hours later, a doctor walks in, but no baby is with him. It was at this point I was made aware of how serious this situation was. I was told at this point Memphis was on a ventilator and would remain there until he could breathe on his own. To me, anyone I had ever known that was on a ventilator never made it out of the hospital alive. My whole world came crashing down, and what made it worse was I had only seen - not even held my baby for a whole 5 seconds.

It was at that point, I became determined - I overlooked the pain from my section and stayed focused on him. I was in that NICU every second I got. Talking to him, praying for him, rubbing his tiny back with my fingers, and at 2 weeks, I finally got to hold him and rock him and by that Friday, he was able to come home with me. 

Today, Memphis is perfectly healthy, and a sweet little boy. He LOVES to dance, and will come running out of any room and into the room where the music is going. He has a head full of curly hair, will eat anything you put infront of him, and has a smile that will truly melt your heart. He has become my cuddle buddy, and amazes me at how content he can be with just sitting by me on the couch and watching TV with me. His biggest thing now is giving me kisses. I love watching him outside discovering the world, playing in the grass, petting the animals, and hugging his best buddy, Noah, his older brother. 

I thank God everyday for him. He is truly a miracle baby and has made my life even better by being in it.