I have wondered for a long time what this day would be like. The day when Brecken would not have cords coming in-and-out of his body. The day when we would be able to hold our baby in the comfort of our home. The day when we would not have oxygen tanks scattered around our house. The day when people would not stare out us in the store. The day when my baby could lay peacefully on our bed, dressed in tiny jeans and an old navy tee-shirt, without cords, wires, oxygen and monitors, softly laughing at himself while he slept with his binky hanging out of the side of his mouth. It is odd to think that that day is finally here.
We have somehow managed to go from our tiny little 2 pound 15 ounce baby, who could not breathe on his own.
To this, our 9 pound baby who's lungs seem to work perfectly fine. Side note: he is no longer sleeping peacefully, but has resorted to screaming to get my attention ;)
On Monday, our pediatrician did Brecken's final check-up on his oxygen saturation. Not only is his oxygen finally normal, but we were able to get rid of the stock pile of oxygen tanks scattered throughout our house.
I would have never imagined that walking into the doctor's office 139 days ago would have led to this crazy ride. I am fairly certain that I have led a rather normal life. No real problems or stresses. No huge trials that have drastically defined my life. Even this trial seemed to eventually become reality, and it forced John and I to except the inevitable and realize that all the crying in the world couldn't change the situation we were in. So we were forced to come to terms with the fact that this was life. We never once blamed God, or thought, "why is this happening to us"? As I think back on this experience I have come to understand that trials are just a part of life, and sometimes the greatest blessings come from the trials that we endure. Right now John and Brecken are laying on the bed next to me and I realize that the greatest blessings I have in my life are cuddled right up next to me :)
On a side note, and a bit off topic...because that is how I roll... I bought some neat decorative St. Patty's paper plates and I decided to warm up some spaghetti in the microwave. After 30 seconds I turned around to see a fire brewing in my microwave. Turns out that the "neatness" on the plates was foil.
This was the outcome of my ordeal:
Take home message to be gained: Not all paper plates are created equal.