This is something I wrote to put in Tylers baby book

Taken from my womb by surgery,
purple were your legs,
and weak was your cry,
you were only held by one,
before being rushed to the nursery.
To keep me calm,
I would not know of your condition until the next morning.
Even though I was in great pain,
I would will myself to get out of bed so I could visit you.
When we got to your bed,
the shock, tears, and anguish did come.
How could my baby boy be so perfect on the outside,
yet fighting for his life on the inside?
Tubes, wires, and iv's to help you breath and sustain.
No one knew what your future would hold,
we would entrust a higher being with your life,
and in doing so we would sit back and wait.
In a few days time with the help of doctors and plenty of medications,
your color was pink!
I now had great hope for your future.
As a few more days went by,
and your condition remained stable,
we were able to touch your feet a few times a day.
With this small step I began to feel as if you were mine.
Shortly after the doctors began to wean you off of the ventilator.
Day by day you were getting better and winning your fight.
A little over a week would come and go before your eyes would open,
and when they did,
we would discover that your eyes were as blue as the deepest sea.
At two weeks old you graduated from the ventilator to a nasal canula.
At this point I was allowed to hold you for the first time,
I held you for two hours as you slept,
and once again tears filled my eyes and love filled my heart.
I knew without a doubt that you would be okay.
About a week latter you came off of the nasal canula,
and now you needed to eat.
You had a test done that told us you were aspirating and you would need your milk thickened.
The next few days you took your feeds like a pro,
and the doctors told us that you could come home in three days.
I floated on clouds for those three days,
I knew you had won the fight for your life,
you were coming home!!!
You did it!!!
You survived all the tests, tubes, wires, iv's, pokes,
and even three blood transfusions.
Three days latter and a month after your birth you were finally at home and in our arms safe and sound.

The NICU is a scary place to be but I knew that Tyler needed to be there and so do many other babies. Please keep all of the NICU babies in your thoughts and prayers every day, they are fighting for life every day.

chrystal