I Am A Miracle Child

An angel from above whispered quietly to me the following words “ oh dear child, you’re a special miracle unlike any other; you are a fighter and your time on Earth has just begun”.

“Don’t you be afraid, for I am with you; don’t be dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you; yes, I will help you; yes, I will uphold you with the right hand of my righteousness.” Isiah 41:10

“For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to you, For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well. My frame wasn’t hidden from you, When I was made in secret, Woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.” Psalm 139:13-18

And So My Story Begins Now.

Born at 25 weeks old, weighing 2 pounds, and 12 inches. Yep, you read that right I was the size of a ruler. My journey began to a very rough start before your wildest imagination. Unlike the birth of a normal 40 week old baby; let me start off by saying that I was born 4 months before what was going to be my birthdate. Those 4 months left that I had remaining in my mother’s womb were crucial for my overall development; but despite of me coming to Earth so ahead of time I was on a mission to defeat the odds and fight for my life no matter what. Even though I have no recollection during this time of my life; my parents telling me stories, showing me photographs and videos helped me imagine what I was really going through the first months of my life.

The Fight.

A journey unlike any other; a time in my life where I was going to have to give it even more than 100% if I wanted to win this battle. The moment I came out of my mother’s womb I was rushed to being tied up to all kinds of crazy wires to save my life. A monitor to keep track of my heart rate; an oxygen machine to help keep me breathing since my lungs were not fully developed, and lastly multiple blood transfusions along with needles all over my body to check all my vitals by the hour. Nurses and doctors running all over the place as quickly as possible to ensure I had everything I needed to stay alive. I was put inside an incubator to keep me warm and safe during the most crucial time of my life. My parents looking at me praying and wondering if I will make it through the first night. As a general hospital rule my parents had to visit me with a mask during the first couple of weeks of me being in the incubator. Since my immune system was so fragile at the time; I was extremely susceptible of catching even a simple cold which could have become a major complication in my body at the time. Also another reason why this center was so strict with hygiene is because I wasn’t the only baby there at the time. There were two other babies at the center fighting for their lives. At the beginning of my journey in NICU ( Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) the nurses were feeding me formula out of a bottle by the hour. My mom didn’t agree with this idea and put up a fight that she wanted them to feed me her milk. The staff came to terms with my mother’s request and they started giving me real milk.

With everyone at the center working together as a team; day by day I began getting stronger. Unfortunately, the other two babies that were with me in NICU didn’t have the strength to continue fighting and sadly passed away. Their parents didn’t put up a fight to feed them real milk like my mom did; and so the nurses continued to give them formula milk instead. It breaks my heart to know that; but I couldn’t be more grateful for what my mom did. After that first month in NICU my parents wondered when will the nurses decided that it’s okay for me to finally go home? Having to listen to the not so great news of me having to stay yet another month in the incubator; my parents knew it was for my best and I was not giving up on life. As the days went by during my second month in the incubator; the nurses slowly but surely started to remove certain cables that I didn’t need to be attached to anymore. During this process since my immune system was getting stronger the nurses told my parents that my grandparents could finally visit me. This was great progress for me, but of course they had to use the same precautions as my parents. To help this process become less stressful for me, my mom recorded some classical music and a message saying the following words: “you are here on Earth for a reason” on a tape recorder to play for me while I was in the incubator sleeping. With the end of the second month approaching of me being in the incubator, my parents wondered if I would finally be able to come home by month 3? Well, my parents had to hear the news that I was still not strong enough. I was a warrior, ready to fight any battle that was put in front of me ( and still am to this day.)

The third month came along of me fighting for my life, and my parents not being able to spend it all day long with their first child. Unlike normal babies, who are able to be in the loving arms of their parents all day long this wasn’t my case. I was being taken care of by who knows how many different nurses and doctors at a time. Not being able to really feel that loving sensation that a normal child gets to feel; I was feeling strength and endurance that made me the person I am today.

Perseverance and Courage.

Something that not only I carried deep inside of me, but also it’s one of the many things that helped my parents go through this one-of-a-kind process. It still wasn’t the end of my fight and realizing it now these two keywords is what I would use to describe the rest of what was left of my journey. Never think that you can’t at something. The will to survive as human beings is something so powerful I cannot even begin to explain. With the help of the Lord, my guardian angels and everyone around me I knew that I had it in me since the start.

What We’ve All Been Waiting For.

After 4 months of great suffering; the moment that everyone in my family has been waiting. THE DAY THAT I GET TO COME HOME! This was probably the greatest news that my parents heard in such a long time. A few days before leaving the hospital I was baptized by some of the nurses with endless blessings and prayers. After so many months being surrounded by the same staff members they ended up giving me a name. The called me “little miracle” because they had never seen a new born child fight for their life the way that I did. Are you ready to hear something out of the ordinary? The day that they finally released me from the hospital was actually going to be the original day I was supposed to be born. How CRAZY is that?! This really has always made me think that the universe and God really work in mysterious yet amazing ways. And with that being said, I was finally off to the start of a new beginning.

Gratefulness.

Now, if it wasn’t for the beyond incredible staff that gave it their all to keep me alive, my parents faith, and my strength and will to survive I wouldn’t be here now writing you this story. Life is truly a blessing and this is why I never, I’ll repeat that again NEVER take a day for granted. Life is a gift and is something we as humans forget. With all of that being said, the next time you wake up in the morning pause for a minute before getting out of bed and tell yourself you’re so lucky to be alive. Even if it’s doing the simplest of things, do it with good intention no matter what

My Journey Is Not Done Yet.

To finally finish things off; I wanted to say that this is just the beginning of many stories to come. It will probably take some time for me to post everything since I have to organize my thoughts first on paper; but in due time it will happen. In the meantime, it would mean so much to me if you could check out my other blog post to the right of the end of this page! Thank you dearly from the bottom of my heart if you have read this far into my story. Caring people like YOU mean the world!