Baby Deniella is here
Well, Not that anyone on my friends list is reading this, but for the few that do. Baby Deniella was born Tuesday (Halloween) at 1:07 a.m.
at Christus Santa Rosa Hospital in downtown San Antonio.
She is 6 weeks premature but holding her own and looks great despite her heart condition. She was delivered by C-Section after Dee's water broke at home. Dee is doing fine and is recovering well. Tonight she was able to get up and move around to the nurses station on her own steam.
We both went to see Deni together tonight in the NNICU. (Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit).
While there, as we discussed Deni's prospects at a chance for a long healthy life, I over heard a doctor talking with another father of a premie just behind us. After the doctor left, I looked over at this guy standing there looking at his baby boy in an incubator, looking sad and seriously down.
I went over to him and took a look at his son. The baby is 3 months premature and is so tiny that you could just about hold him in the palm of your hand with nothing hanging over. He was so very tiny.
Fighting for every breath and for life.
The fellow is named Mel. He told me that his wife collapsed at home yesterday for no apparent reason and has slipped into a non-responsive coma.
He brain wave activity is almost nothing. I almost burst into tears over this and felt this guys deepest sorrow.
On one hand, he has a wife that is virtually dead, who after they did emergency surgery on her to repair a torn artery to her brain, now he faces the chance of seeing his son die if he doesn't hang on.
When his wife collapsed, she fell on the baby in her womb. The infant also suffered some sub crainial damage.
I was so moved by all this I have been haunted almost all night by the sight I beheld. It brought a clearer focus to our situation, A deeper appreciation for what we do have in Deni and a greater hope knowing that she has it a little better that the infant opposite her.
I feel so sorry for this guy, his wife and now a tinee tiney infant that the father is now going to have to raise by himself.
Such a heavy burden to bear.
What hit me hardest was that I had been standing there, looking at Deni thinking that if anything had happened to Dee, that I would fight hell itself to keep this baby for myself. I still have the strength and know how to raise Deni myself if I had to.
Then I looked in on this guy Mel....
Life has a way of coming at you hard.
at Christus Santa Rosa Hospital in downtown San Antonio.
She is 6 weeks premature but holding her own and looks great despite her heart condition. She was delivered by C-Section after Dee's water broke at home. Dee is doing fine and is recovering well. Tonight she was able to get up and move around to the nurses station on her own steam.
We both went to see Deni together tonight in the NNICU. (Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit).
While there, as we discussed Deni's prospects at a chance for a long healthy life, I over heard a doctor talking with another father of a premie just behind us. After the doctor left, I looked over at this guy standing there looking at his baby boy in an incubator, looking sad and seriously down.
I went over to him and took a look at his son. The baby is 3 months premature and is so tiny that you could just about hold him in the palm of your hand with nothing hanging over. He was so very tiny.
Fighting for every breath and for life.
The fellow is named Mel. He told me that his wife collapsed at home yesterday for no apparent reason and has slipped into a non-responsive coma.
He brain wave activity is almost nothing. I almost burst into tears over this and felt this guys deepest sorrow.
On one hand, he has a wife that is virtually dead, who after they did emergency surgery on her to repair a torn artery to her brain, now he faces the chance of seeing his son die if he doesn't hang on.
When his wife collapsed, she fell on the baby in her womb. The infant also suffered some sub crainial damage.
I was so moved by all this I have been haunted almost all night by the sight I beheld. It brought a clearer focus to our situation, A deeper appreciation for what we do have in Deni and a greater hope knowing that she has it a little better that the infant opposite her.
I feel so sorry for this guy, his wife and now a tinee tiney infant that the father is now going to have to raise by himself.
Such a heavy burden to bear.
What hit me hardest was that I had been standing there, looking at Deni thinking that if anything had happened to Dee, that I would fight hell itself to keep this baby for myself. I still have the strength and know how to raise Deni myself if I had to.
Then I looked in on this guy Mel....
Life has a way of coming at you hard.