This entry is a departure from regular Townhouse Homesteader fare. But it will tell you a bit about someone we want to homestead for.
Today, our little guy turned two. Jon and I had been married for a little over 3 years when we found out that I was pregnant. We were thrilled. From the get go, we knew that I was not going to have a run of the mill pregnancy. In the late 1990’s, I had experienced a hormone related pulmonary embolism. As a result, I was going to have to give myself two shots of blood thinners every day, for the duration of my pregnancy. We took that news in stride and continued reveling in our excitement.
For the first few months, everything went according to plan. We eagerly anticipated the new arrival that was due on August 29th. Ah, yes. I did say August 29th and this entry is posted on June 11th…
In the very early morning of May 26th, I woke up thinking I was developing an incontinence problem. Within 30 seconds I realized that my water broke. I went downstairs and called my OB/Gyn who advised me to get to the hospital ASAP. When I went back upstairs, I woke Jon to tell him what happened.
“Honey, get up. My water broke. We have to go to the hospital.”
“Can we just change the sheets?”
As soon as the grogginess faded, he hopped up and was all action. We got to the hospital and, long story short, my water had broken and I was to be admitted until our little one arrived. This certainly wasn’t in our birth plan.
Two and a half weeks later, he was born. I was 28 weeks and 5 days pregnant. Just a couple of weeks into my third trimester.
He was big for a 28 weeker – 3lbs & 14 oz. His lungs were extremely immature and he was sporting a vicious lung infection. But he was perfect. And he was ours.
He was a resident of our local NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) for 82 days. Two days after his original due date, he came home – on oxygen and a monitor – but he came home.
Our journey home from the hospital came with none of the usual celebration of a baby homecoming. Our parents seemed to realize that we just wanted to be alone with our baby. In our home. On our couch. Without the beep of monitors and the busyness of nurses in the background. To be the family we did plan on.
Today is his birthday. He is still perfect. One would never know that he was so early. He was just so excited to meet us, that he couldn’t wait until August.