Today we celebrated my son's fourth birthday!! I spent $250 at Chuck E Cheese and $46 on specialized superhero cupcakes. I'm sure you are all thinking, holy sh**! That is expensive! Which it all was very much so, but in the end so worth it!!! I had the best time and he was loving it. Although, the ticket blaster made him cry, he ended up winning 1000 tickets because they felt bad. Way to work it little man ;) That whole three hours at Chuck E Cheese was the best time of his life. I can live off of Ramen for the next few weeks knowing that he had the best birthday ever.
Let's rewind a little and I'll take you back to the beginning..... My son was born September 27th 2012. He was nine weeks early. I had severe preeclampsia. I was admitted into the hospital on Monday, September 24th, for high blood pressure, water retention, and protein loss. Parker he was just fine, swimming and squirming inside my body. It was me who was not doing so well. By Thursday, it had started affecting my liver. I was in the worse pain of my life. My blood pressure was 196/112. They had to act fast before I started having seizures. By 9:10 pm I had delivered by son. He was 3 lbs and 17 inches long. I was not able to hold my son as he was hurriedly taken to be hooked to all sorts of monitors and put on oxygen. I too was immediately taken to my room and IV'd with medicine to keep from having seizures. I so badly wanted to see my son, to make sure everything was alright. I was constantly told not unless he is breathing on his own. Finally, at 10:42 pm they brought him to me. I didn't know how to hold something so tiny. He was so precious to me. I knew right then that he was going to be a fighter, the strongest little guy there was. I was ever so blessed for those few moments I had of being able to hold him before I was taken postpartum and he was taken to Newborn Intensive Care Unit.
It was hard spending four days in postpartum with no baby. I would hear the babies cry during the day and into the night, crying myself because my son was not with me. I went down to the NICU every day, three times a day, to see my son. He was in a incubator, so I was not able to hold him the first few day. I also was on medication that made me fall asleep randomly, and they worried I would drop him. But I never stopped going there to see him. The whole six weeks he was in the NICU, I continued to see him, three time a day. Then on November 12th 2012 I was able to bring him home. I was very excited, but also very scared. I had relied on nurses for the past six weeks and now I was on my own.
But,,,,as you can tell he is doing great as we just celebrated his birthday! He has grown into a tall four year-old. He is in the 90th percentile for his height and his head (he has a huge dome). His eyes are checked every year and each year his vision is still 20/20 (amazing!). He talks just like any other kid his age and even loves to talk back sometimes to his momma. He is a great little guy and I am ever so grateful and blessed to have my cute little Parker bug.
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