Listening to the soft snoring of my beloved boys, I still can not believe that I am a Mom. It began a little over three years ago with a scary beginning to a wide eyed adventure.
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| Meeting Kenny for the first time. |
Motherhood for me didn't start the way that most women picture. It was actually a scary experience. Seven weeks early I went into preterm labor. I had been admitted to the hospital and given drugs to stop the contractions and delay Kenny's birth. My husband, best friend and mother were there by my side. It didn't sink in how scary the whole experience really was until the day before I was supposed to go home my water broke. At this point, I had been poked, drugged, stuck with more needles (long ones too) than I cared to count, and been to this point bedridden. It was the first day I was allow to get up by myself and use the restroom without help. Our condo was ready for me to come home and be on bed rest until Kenny came. I never made it home to be on bed rest.
On December 9, 2008 my water broke. At this point I had learned a lot about preterm labor and labor itself. I knew that there was no going back. Little did I realize that I also wasn't going to be taking my baby home and enjoying him the way that most couples do. By 6pm Kenny met his parents for the first time. Well, Dad anyways. He was taken to a team of special doctors and nurses, checked his agar score and whisked away to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Ken was able to stay with Kenny as he made his journey, it would be a few hours later before I could hold my baby boy. It was love at first site. Today I look at him and I still can not believe how much I am love with my children. Kenny was an excellent NICU graduate. He only stayed there for four days. He was strong, doing great, never had problems with his vitals. He stayed down in the Special Care Nursery for about three weeks before he came home. Every day we drove, mostly in the snow and unplowed hills of Seattle's First Hill to be with Kenny, feed him, hold him, change his diapers and introduce him to his new family, friends and those people still continue to be a huge support for us.
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| Kenny and Daddy |
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| First day home... the preemie salute |
On January 3, 2009 I was given a belated birthday gift. Kenny got to come home with us. Ken and I were armed with charts, new information, diapers, formula and a great little baby. Our lives had changed forever.
My baby didn't stay a preemie. He took off with great speed and grew into the wonderful three year old that he is. I still can not believe how lucky we are. His little brother Cole came along July 12, 2010. I still can not believe he is almost two. Time has just flown by!
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| Cole Allen Turner |
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I think being a mother has changed me for the better. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I mattered as much to one person as I do to just one son. To them I am their rock, their go to person, playmate, friend, and most of all, their Mommy. I am so blessed to have them. They overwhelm me sometimes, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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On December 9, 2008 my water broke. At this point I had learned a lot about preterm labor and labor itself. I knew that there was no going back. Little did I realize that I also wasn't going to be taking my baby home and enjoying him the way that most couples do. By 6pm Kenny met his parents for the first time. Well, Dad anyways. He was taken to a team of special doctors and nurses, checked his agar score and whisked away to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Ken was able to stay with Kenny as he made his journey, it would be a few hours later before I could hold my baby boy. It was love at first site. Today I look at him and I still can not believe how much I am love with my children. Kenny was an excellent NICU graduate. He only stayed there for four days. He was strong, doing great, never had problems with his vitals. He stayed down in the Special Care Nursery for about three weeks before he came home. Every day we drove, mostly in the snow and unplowed hills of Seattle's First Hill to be with Kenny, feed him, hold him, change his diapers and introduce him to his new family, friends and those people still continue to be a huge support for us.
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