Fiesty. That’s what everyone said about her. Everyone. Every time we had a new nurse, the first thing she’d say to me was “that one is really fiesty!”.
She was born October 4, 2007 at 12:05 pm. one minute after her brother. She was 1 lb, 2 oz. Half the size of her brother. We heard her cry the moment they took her out, before they rushed her off to the other room to work on her. She had an 8 and a 9 on her 1 and 5 minute Apgars. That’s pretty good for an itty bitty thing like her.
Right from the start, that’s what everyone called her. Fiesty. She let you know when she didn’t like something. She didn’t like to be messed with. She liked to lay on her tummy, with her head looking to her left side. She breathed better that way and she slept better that way. It was good for her belly too.
Her belly was always SO big. The doctors were constantly looking at her belly. She got countless x-rays, but they were always just the same. Full of air. Might have been from the CPAP. Now I wonder if there was always something wrong. I mean, whatever caused the volvulus, did it cause the swelling too? I guess we’ll never know. But we got used to it. Her belly was always puffy. Mary (her primary nurse) told me one day shortly before Thanksgiving that she looked like she was going to float in the Macy’s parade. We laughed and laughed.
More coming. This is hard.
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Patrice,I have been thinking of you often- lost your email address- mary told me about the blog
plesase call me
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