When my son was born, he was born 10 weeks early. I had severe preeclampsia, and I had to get a c-section at 30 weeks. Since he was so early he had to stay almost 2 months in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unite (NICU). It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Having a baby, and then not being able to take him home for almost 2 months.
Everyday I would go and visit him. I would go in, scrub down and put on a gown, hold him for a couple of hours, and then have to leave. Leaving was so hard. I know he was there for his own good and that he wouldn’t be safe without the medical care, but I wanted my boy home. I started to feel as though I had a baby, but wasn’t allowed to be his mother. It ate at me and made me slightly crazy(er).
Finally though, after over 8 weeks he was able to come home. After weeks of anticipation, time, over $100 in parking, and prayer, my little boy Victor left the NICU. I cannot explain how amazing it is to have him home.
He was born at 2 lbs 12 oz, and has now grown to over 7 lbs. He’s the sweetest thing I have ever seen and I cannot thank God enough for him. He’s my son! I have a son! It is such a rewarding thing to have a child and I am so excited to raise him as he grows and learns.
God is so amazing. He made my son what he was named, a victor. He is victorious.