Growing Big…

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Today was the Milk Monkey’s 9 month wellness visit.

 

He was fabulous!

He charmed the doctor with his chubby little body and coy little smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was a sweet little gentleman, cooperating with all the nurse’s requests.

I took great joy in hearing how healthy and wonderful my little man is doing, especially around this time of his life.  He has now lived longer out in the big world than he had in my tummy and it makes me reminiscent of his gestational journey.

A little history about my Milk Monkey:

He was born a month early premature…at 9 1/2lbs…and no, we didn’t get the dates wrong.  We followed his tremendous growth with ultrasounds throughout the pregnancy.   When it comes to fetal weight, most mothers are concerned not enough is being gained but because of gestational diabetes I was on the other side of that spectrum.   I would watch in frustration as my sweet baby boy gained more and more weight regardless of my strict diet and all the insulin shots.  The gestational diabetes was out of control.  Instead of panicking, I would call my mother and we would pray.  It kept me peaceful. God is faithful.

At 35 weeks we were at a routine ultrasound and the specialist made the shocking decision to admit me to the hospital.  There was a list of serious concerns.  They wanted to greatly increase the insulin at every meal, also my little guy was transverse which along with lots of extra amniotic fluid was putting pressure on my previous c-section incisions.  If my water were to break, his cord could be born first and collapse on him.  I had been carrying around a full term baby for about a little over a month by that point so my body was stressed and it was causing many different issues.

The first day went by as a blur, so many nurses and doctors visiting my room and I missed my children immediately.  I wouldn’t be the one to explain to my children that I wouldn’t be home for month and that made me cry.  In children time that’s almost forever!

As it turned out I only lasted a week in the hospital before I went into labour.  My little baby boy was born without any complications thanks to the amazing doctors and wonderful nurses, but mostly thanks to my God who is always faithful!

I have been thinking back to those events many times lately and I always come to the same conclusion.  Every moment of it was completely worth it because it was just a process I went through to get my precious, precious little boy!

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