This story was thoughtfully submitted by Kristin, one of our readers.
My son is my miracle. He is a surviving twin. He was born at 23 weeks, 5 days (we think he may have been younger gestationally now). He weighed 14 oz. at birth (410 grams). We spent 170 days in 3 NICU’s. In all, Miracle Michael has endured 9 surgeries to date. His initial surgeries occurred 12-14 days after he was born and he barely weighed over 1lb.! He’s had surgeries for an illeal atresia, pda ligation, laser surgery both eyes twice (ROP stage 4 and detaching retinas), vitrectomy on the right eye, broviac, reinastimosis from illeal atresia, g-tube, tonisilectomy and adnoidectomy. Michael is now 17 months old (13 adjusted) and weighs 21 lbs. 3 oz and is 29 3/4 in. long. He is still on O2 full time. Michael has pulmonary hypertension and a paralyzed vocal cord. Michael has worn glasses since he was 7 months old. Recently, he has passed a swallow study to start solids, however we just had surgery for the tonsils and adnoids a a little over a month ago which put a halt to solids for now. He is learning how to crawl, sit up, play peek a boo, get to a kneeling position and giving loves/kisses. Yes, he is very slow on his milestones…but we are meeting them in his timeline. He is the happiest, most laid back little guy for everything he has been through. Believe in MIRACLES! They really do happen every day!
In the beginning, I had issues my entire pregnancy with my son and his twin. I bled the entire pregnancy and some days it was a little, others it was almost hemorraging. A week before my son was born we were in MT for vacation. We had our boxer puppy, who was rambunctious, and we were trying to find him a home at the time. We got back from vacation and had our normal weekly perinatal appointment on that Friday, which was our worst nightmare. I found out I had no amniotic fluid at all and was advised that we needed to meet with the NICU on Monday to prepare for a premature birth and to determine when I would be admitted to the hospital for monitoring. Over the weekend, I was out of my mind. I was trying to get my daughter squared away as to where she was going to stay. Then a family called the boxer rescue and wanted to meet our puppy. They loved him and decided to adopt him on that Sunday. We were running around frantically all weekend. On Sunday night I started having mild contractions, but they went away. Monday morning at 4am, I woke up to the real thing. I jumped in the shower thinking maybe they would subside, but by 6am they were 5 min. apart. We rushed to the hospital and immediately I was hooked up to the monitors. My son’s heart rate was dropping drastically with every mild contraction (from 150′s to 40-50). My OB would not do a c-section right away, as he said my son would never make it and it was pointless to put me through surgery). My dr. told me to have the Chaplain come in immediately to be with us. I declined! My Mom actually called my cousin, whom I had never met, as he was a minister. He rushed to the hospital to be with me that day. We had my brother in law, James, come get Kira from the hospital and we flew my brother, Michael, in from Montana to take care of her the rest of the time. After getting Kira out of the hospital, the perinatal specialist came in and tried an amnio infusion, which failed. One NNP, who was getting off shift, came in and asked me what I felt in my heart. I told her that I knew he was going to be just fine if they would do the c-section. She told me to never let go of that feeling! She then went to my OB and told him how I felt. They came in and gave us the grave statistics, that I know many of you have heard this speech. If he was over 1lb., he had a 14% chance. We said go for it. They did the c-section(reluctantly I might add). Then came the other speech…Michael was not over 1lb., like they initially had thought, and now the statistics were a 4% chance. They told me that he would not make it out of the OR, let alone overnight. I merely told them he was going to be just fine and not to worry. My cousin went up and baptized my son after they rushed him to the NICU. On my way up to see Michael in the NICU, my OB decided to inform me that he had lacerated Michael’s head during the c-section and Michael had to have 7-8 stitches. That was the least of my concerns at that point. I saw my son for the 1st time and I was not scared at all. Michael was moving around, his eyes were fused shut, but he was moving. That night I did not go back into see him at bed time or through the night. I told the nurses and staff that it was in God’s hands now and that if Michael was there in the morning, then it was meant to be! He was there in the morning and actually had been turned down on his O2. I was not a big believer in God, but I will tell you that on that day my son was born something brought this calmness over me and told me everything was going to be allright. I know many don’t believe in signs, but there were so many things that just fell into place that weekend and that day for it to be something other than God’s will. To this day, I remember every detail. I remember that NNP talking with me and telling me to never let go of that feeling I had…I have never let go of that feeling and I never will! Michael is here to do great things and I am lucky enough to have him here and to watch it all unfold. Believe in Miracles!