Hard to imagine we would go this far that day he was born in 2004 weighing only 2 pounds. It was a case of oligohydramnios. To simplify, because of this condition, I had to deliver via Caesarean section asap. I was on my 8th month then.
I didn't mind the sudden CS delivery. My doctor knew what was best for me and the baby. However, seeing our son so thin and gaunt after he was pulled out, got us worried. He was literally skin and bones and looked very fragile.
We had two things going for us and keeping our hopes up. First, he took anything that was fed him. But because he was too tiny to latch on to me or to a preemie bottle, we had to use a syringe for his water and breastmilk. Second, he was alert. During feeding time, he would look straight to my eyes while he suckled. He would blink at the bright light or would get jolted by noise.
Other than his low birthweight, everything else was normal, lungs, kidneys, brain... Thank heavens!
Hubby and I were so happy and relieved that after 9 days in the neonatal intensive care unit, he was officially discharged. The team of doctors and nurses named him "Grower" after he gained some grams in such a short time under their care.
Now, he is taller than some of his peers, he talks a mile a minute and his energy seems endless. As a bonus, he has excellent school grades too. Is this the same 2-pound baby?
Jake, our survivor and miracle personified, is turning 9 in a few days.