Hi Everyone, as you can tell I am very new to this forum, I was so happy and glad to find this. My life passion is my son and his birth is a miracle. He is very healthy 11 year old boy (mini man) now, things didn't started as well when he was born. Seeing so many parents with passion for kids like me, I would love to share his story. Here it is:
"My mother told me that miracles do take place everyday - unfortunately we humans are too naïve to recognize them. As far as I am concerned, I have felt and seen a miracle and I would like to share it with you..
Date: June 11, 1995 (Sunday)
Time: 6:07 AM
Place: At home (Surrey, British Columbia)
I was in my seventh month of my pregnancy. Throughout this period I had a gnawing doubt that something was just not right. However, I had kept my fears to myself since they did not appear rational. That morning I got up early, feeling a slight pain in my back. My sister advised me to go to the Doctor for a checkup. Even though the pain was not sharp, on a premonition I woke up Jay, my husband, and we both drove to the Hospital. Both of us hoped that it would turn out to be nothing more than a case of food indigestion.
During the ride to the hospital, I closed my eyes and started to reminiscence.
My pregnancy had not been a smooth affair. I love kids. I always told Jay that I wanted at least 3 of them! Ironically, I did not get pregnant. We went to the doctor and underwent tests. Finally after two years, the doctors concluded that my Hypothyroid was an obstacle in the way. Our last recourse was to try a fertility pill.
My next trip to the gynecologist, to get a prescription of the fertility pill, was due on 17th Dec. The visit was scheduled on the assumption that the periodic home pregnancy test would, as usual, return a negative result. However, one day before the appointment, on December 16th, I did my pregnancy test. Positive! I didn't believe my good fortune and took a bus and went to nearest Medical Clinic, in order to have the test done by a qualified nurse. I was lucky to be attended to by a nurse who was very sensitive towards my feelings. Following the test, she called me up the same day to inform me that I was indeed pregnant! (Miracle # 1) I was elated! The news was the most wonderful gift that any aspiring mother could receive, especially on the day of her marriage anniversary! (December 16th as well).
As Jay parked the car at the hospital I came back to the present from my day dreaming. It was approximately 8:05 AM as we made our way to the waiting room of emergency. Soon, I was taken into the baby monitoring room. When the nurse finished strapping me with the baby monitor, we began to hear our baby's heart beat and our fears began to recede. Relieved that everything was fine, I broke into a conversation with the nurse. We were in the middle of discussing the importance of pre natal classes for new mothers when all of a sudden the nurse ran outside. That was when we noticed that, our baby, Jaison's heartbeat had dropped. We were aghast! From that point onwards everything happened in a blur. The time then was 8:20. In view of the complications associated with my pregnancy, I had desperately wanted the gynecologist who had been attending to me all this while to be there to deliver my baby. However, he had to go to England to attend to his ailing mother. Luckily enough for me, he had returned the previous night. (miracle # 2) We saw him run into the room. He informed me that the baby was not breathing and we needed to rush to the emergency.
The doctors needed to get the baby out in quick time in order to save his life. Ordinarily, it takes 5-10 minutes to ready the Operation Room (OR). By yet another miracle (Miracle # 3), the OR had already been readied for a routine C Section. That patient was hastily pulled out and I was rushed in instead. Jaison was born at 8:29!
My trials and tribulations, and god's miracles did not end there! Jaison was born 3.2 lbs. He had deformed arms and legs and a possible brain damage. He was also passing blood in his urine and doctors prepared us for the worst. His pediatrician informed us that he might not survive. Immediately upon birth, he was brought into nursery and was placed in an incubator. (Miracle # 4 - The head nurse of Nursery told me that in normal circumstances they wait till the emergency kid arrives to the nursery and then prepare the incubator with necessary things. Today her instincts told her to get prepared for the worst) Worst is what came in Nursery, he needed everything she had prepared. We were living second by second. We could not afford to lose any moment.
Jaison stayed in Nursery for only a couple of hours. His condition worsened and he had to be moved immediately to the ICU ward in the Children's Hospital. Unfortunately for me they did not have room for me in the ICU and I had to convalesce from my operation in the hospital itself. Within five days of my recovery, I heard worse. Jaison's CAT scan came positive, I was told he had Brain Damage! Also, his blood platelets dropped to the point where doctors were helpless. Any worsening could have resulted in him bleeding to death. Specialist doctors made trips back and forth to take my bone marrow and use it to increase Jaison's blood platelets.
June 16th 1995:
My first visit to the hospital to see my angel! When I went in my heart bled to see his little deformed feet and hands. His skin was thinner than onion peel. He was the size of my palm. He had test tubes and needles sticking out from different parts of his body. The nurse on duty asked me to hold him for a while. I was not prepared. I don't know how I held him for a few minutes and then went to the restroom to cry.
After recovering my composure, I returned to Jaison's side. Till that day he had not opened his eyes. I held him in my arms and whispered his name to him. I entreated him to open his eyes. The nurse's mouth dropped when Jaison did open his eyes and looked at me. He even gave me a small smile! Was that a coincidence?
For next four weeks, I went there every day to hold him, feed him and then massage his feet and arms. Doctors were very surprised to see him recover. His reports indicated clearly that he made tremendous recovery after my first visit and ever since then. Within a month he was 4.5 lbs but his CAT scan remained the same, positive. His hands and feet were getting somewhat in shape but he still looked very fragile.
During all this time, I made sure that I fed him my milk. I always left enough supply with the nurse so that he could be fed my milk even in my absence.
July 24th 1995:
I was very excited and nervous. Excited, because I was hopeful I would get to bring my son home. Nervous, because I was not sure I could take care of such a fragile baby. He was over 4.5 lbs now. All kinds of fears confronted me. The doctors had scheduled another CAT scan to corroborate the evidence of slight brain damage from the previous two. So, there I was at the hospital, pacing up and down, waiting to take Jaison back home.
His pediatrician was very happy as he walked up to me and informed me that Jaison was all ready to be taken home. He then also informed me that Jaison's CAT scan had been negative! Negative!
"That means he does not have a brain damage? " I asked.
"Yes." He said!
I was speechless once again.
Jaison came home. For the next few months, I dedicated myself to him. I set my routine around his requirements. A local health nurse made a weekly visit to assist in Jaison's recovery. The doctors warned me to expect Jaison to act two months younger than his age, on account of his premature birth. However, for some reason, he was acting beyond his age! He was recovering faster than medical expectations.
Then one day the visiting health nurse said, "I am so impressed with Jaison! I cannot see any signs of problems that will cause difficulties with his development. In fact, he seems very bright and advanced for his age don't think that you need to worry about doing anything out of the ordinary with him. He is a very easy baby to understand and you seem to be very sensitive and responsive to his needs. This will be my last visit. Should you require any assistance, please do not hesitate to contact me." It was September 13th, 1995 and Jaison was three months old!
My Family Doctor said in clear words that Jaison survived because he had the attitude of a fighter; from time to time they felt that he was making efforts to recover.
Jaison is 5 years old now. He is very naughty and very adorable. On his every birthday I take him to Children's Hospital to drop off some toys for premature babies in ICU ward. Same nurse greets us with a smile and gives a hug to Jaison. ICU ward still knows Jaison as Baby Toor - Miracle Baby."