Eleven years, 8 hours, 20 minutes have passed since I was blessed & given entry into motherhood......mentally I was not prepared, perhaps that's why God decided to surprise me! At 29 weeks, Lorenzo came into this world weighing 3lbs, 18" long, easiest birth ever I'm told. God had everything under control, the neonatologist was on his way back to Phoenix after his once a week full shift (he received the call to return while he was still in the parking lot), the doctor was able to examine Lorenzo & pronounce him healthy. Lorenzo did need assistance breathing, learning how to eat & reminding him to breathe. We were not able to hold him until his 3rd day, by the end of the week his weight had dropped to 2.5lbs (which was expected due to his burning more calories breathing than the amount he was ingesting). Lorenzo stayed in the NICU unit for 5-6 weeks, during that time I learned so much about trusting God & trusting myself as a mother. The nurses where a blessing to me, showing me why & what they were doing for Lorenzo's well being, showing me how to take care of a preemie '2 steps forward, 1 step back' with his progress was normal, giving me books to read, showing me pictures of other babies born under the same circumstances & how healthy they had grown. Meanwhile my tiny baby was learning to breathe, eat & poop.....the joys of motherhood!
I was blessed with a team of professionals to instruct me in his physical needs, a wonderful group of friends to help me in the emotional & spiritual field and a husband that kept me grounded in all areas. Chris's stability help me many a time when I wanted to flip, his reassurance that I would be a good mom, his love, support & no nonsense attitude when needed gave me the confidence that at 35 years old, I could be a good mom.
Looking back the time has gone quickly, and oh boy has the Lord seen fit to let me see myself for who I am.......woooohooo! To this day the lessons continue......... & perhaps the next blog will be about one of the many lessons.
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Oh Amada, I had no idea! Tears come to my eyes as I read what you had to endure. Lorenzo was 7 weeks premature-wow. This makes me sad also: Here we were zipping around the church thinking we were doing God's work while God's work was being forgotten: the people. I am so sorry I was not & did not show myself to be a friend. Thank God for his forgivenss & goodness.Amen.
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