The Tale of Two Preemies: The Excitement of Christmas

Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Excitement of Christmas

I remember the excitement of Christmas growing up. I remember being up very early and spending hours in my sister's room doing puzzles because we weren't allowed to go downstairs until 6. Once allowed downstairs we were not allowed to touch the presents. I remember breaking that rule and hearing my dad yelling "don't touch the presents." My parents' room was probably the furthest room away. I have no idea how he heard that. I think the most exciting gifts we've ever given were the announcement of the coming of both of our boys. Even that excitement doesn't match the excitement of over 2000 years ago when the angels announced the birth of the Baby Jesus. How amazing it must have been!

I hope you all have a Blessed Christmas. My wish for you is not that you get everything on your list, but that you remember the reason we are celebrating and that you are filled with excitement over our Savior's birth.

With that I leave you with a picture of the most handsome boys ever..., but I may be biased.

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Cole's Story

Cole was born at 30 weeks 3 days, much to our surprise, in 2006. I went in to the hospital because I wasn't feeling well and was afraid I'd get dehydrated. I ended up being air lifted to a larger hospital where Cole was born 24 hours later. He weighed in at 4 lbs. 2 oz. and was 17" long. He had some developmental delays, mostly due to acid reflux. He also had positional plagiocephaly and was in a remolding helmet for 6 weeks. At 14 months he underwent a cardiac catheter procedure to close his PDA. At 25 months he tripped getting out of his kiddie pool and broke his femur. He was in a cast from his hips to his toes for 4 long weeks. He also broke his shoulder at age 5 1/2. His latest medical drama has been a cyst in his left ear. He's had his adenoids removed and another surgery to remove the cyst. He'll have a second surgery in August. He's been through the ringer, but you'd never know it. He just rolls with the punches. He's 100% farm boy. He wants to know how everything works and why. He loves the farm. Farming is definitely in his blood.

Tate's Story

Tate was born at 34 weeks 2 days in 2008. Since I had a previous premature delivery, I was on high alert for another one. It didn't help. We had ultrasound after ultrasound and everything looked great. Tate, however, was not patient. I was admitted to the hospital with preterm labor. He held off for a couple of days, but was still born early. He weighed 5 and a half pounds and was 19" long. Fortunately he had no problems and was released from the hospital 3 days after he was born. He was born the middle child. He desperately wants to do what his big brother does, but has his own interests and wants Cole do to those with him. He's my trouble-maker, fit-thrower, and snuggle bug.