Life is Fragile


I don’t often write much about my family. I did a blog way back about how my son in law is my real life hero. That was during his first Marine sponsored solo vacation to the land of sand.

Now he is on his second tour. My daughter holding down the home front again. This time she was pregnant with their son, my first grandchild.

*I know hard to believe, I am much too young to be a grandmother*

She had the baby 9/3/11 after being in labor more hours than I can count. SIL got to hear the baby being born via the telephone. He is a continual strength to my daughter. The baby was born a seemingly ‘healthy’ 7lbs 12 oz at 20 1/2 inches long. He was given a massively cliche’ Italian family name.

While the medical staff were checking him out they noticed he wasn’t breathing well and discovered his lung was partially collapsed. The decision was made to transfer him to NICU in a neighboring town. His Momi gave birth at 3:14 a.m. on the 3rd and didn’t get to hold her baby until 10:39 that night at the Neonatal ICU unit.

When she called me with the news before lunchtime on the 3rd, their plan was for her to stay in the hospital an hour and a half away from her baby at the NICU. She had seen the baby. He was under oxygen. At that point her plan became “I am going where my baby is… if I have to check myself out of here AMA and walk barefooted. I don’t care who I have to talk to but I am not stopping until I talk to the person who will make me being with my baby a priority.”

My girlfriend is a nurse and immediately got on the computer collecting phone numbers for my daughter to call. She also helped my daughter understand what the medical jargon meant for what was happening with her son.

Our little miracle boy has been on and off of oxygen. His lung seems to be inflating and doing it’s job. Because he didn’t get fed in those early hours of his life he has not learned how to suck and swallow. He ended up on a tube to get the nutrition into him. Now, he is learning how to swallow.

So this week, my oldest daughter is my heroine. No one messes with a mother bear protecting her cubs. My middle daughter is my heroine too cause she was there with her sister through the whole thing taking care of her. And My girlfriend and partner is my heroine for taking care of me and helping my girls when I didn’t know how.

And of course, my SIL is still my real life hero because even though he was half way around the world, he took care of his wife’s emotions and supported her, comforted her and held her close.

Never forget how fragile life is take care to make every moment count for something.

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4 responses to “Life is Fragile

  1. Lovely post Eden. I posted a similar story about my own baby last week on naughtypassions.blogspot.com. I hope you’ll check it out. Family is special and we get caught up with the day to day, forgetting at times just how precious they are. I won’t forget your little cutie and I’ll pray for your family. Congratulations on a beauty of a grandson and I know that he will get better and better as the days go by.

    • Thank you for your kindness Patricia. I will go check out your blog. They did transfer my grandson back to the Navy hospital at their home base, today.

  2. What a wonderful story. Clearly this little boy well be well loved. And congratulations Grandma!

    • Thanks Charlie. Tough time for the new moma. They spent his first week of ilfe in the hospital. Navy Hospital to NICU back to the Navy Hospital. HE is finally home now.