Birth Day

It seems so weird to me that 28 years to the day this all exactly happened.  I'm sure other birthdays have followed the same weekend pattern but I just never paid attention to it.  Must be because I have a blog now LOL.

All I remember is going into the operating room and waking up in the recovery room or in my room (it's fuzzy to both of us where I was at ).  We had a son born on Monday, February 22nd, at 3:44 a.m. He weighed 4 lbs.11 ounces and 17" long.  There was something wrong with him and he was going to be transferred to the childrens hospital.  They brought him in a covered bassinet so I could see him.  It seemed like it was  only 2 seconds and he was gone to another hospital which was about an hour away from where I was.  

I'm not going to say what was wrong but it was something I never heard of before.  We figured our son was in good hands and my husband went home to sleep because he had been up all weekend with me.  

A couple of hours after my husband went to sleep he received a call from the doctor that would be treating our son and he went down to talk to him.  The doctor even called me at the hospital that same day to explain things.  It turned out my son would need to have an operation to temporarily fix what was wrong and then when he was older it would be fixed permanently.  The doctor told us this would be only the second time he used this type of operation because the previous type of surgery didn't have as good a results.  It was comforting in some ways  because it seemed like there would be a better conclusion but yikes, only the second time he did it.

This is a picture of him when he was one day old.  It was taken with one of those old Polaroid cameras.

Hopefully, I'll be able to finish this story up tomorrow.