The first time I saw her I thanked God

 

that she had all of her fingers and toes. She looked perfectly normal-7lbs. 6 ozs.-a nice size little girl. I couldn't wait to hold her but they didn't let me because she needed to go to the nursery. That seemed right-she was new you know, and this was my first baby and that is probably what they do.... She was born at 10:00 a.m. and I finally got to hold her at 4:00 p.m.

          A nurse stayed in the room with me but that seemed right- she was new you know, and this was my first baby and that is probably what they do.... Eight thirty was the next time I should get to see her but the time came and went and my baby didn't. The nurse explained it to me though. A baby in the nursery was having some problems so they were late getting the other babies out.

          That seemed right-they were new you know, and this was my first baby and that is probably what they do....only she forgot to tell me it was my baby and that they were making arrangements to send her to another hospital for surgery for a bowel obstruction. They brought her to me at midnight to say goodbye and then they handed her to her Daddy to take to Egleston Hospital. Oh yeah-they gave him directions to the hospital and a bulb syringe in case she choked on the way over there.

          A team of surgeons was waiting for her and he would let me know how she was when the surgery was over. At six o'clock the next morning, when he came back he didn't have to say anything. I could tell by the look on his face that it was serious. When he told me that they had removed a third of her intestines and were putting in a hyper alimentation tube that morning, I had no clue what we were in for. The words Cystic Fibrosis had not been mentioned yet-even though that particular surgery is an 85% sure diagnosis for the disease.

          It took four days before they started telling us what "might" be going on. Neither one of us had heard of "it" before so we weren't smart enough to be as scared as we should have been. We had youth on our side and youth working against us. The doctors didn't think we could understand the enormity of the diagnosis so they didn't explain it to us and we were young enough to think that we could handle anything, so we didn't ask.

 

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