While this is part of my story, it is also my baby’s story. It is a moment from his life, he will never remember, and only hear about. It is a moment that I will never forget. Some times moments in our story change our lives, and my baby’s brain surgery did that.

The beginning of my Baby’s Story

The H1N1 flu was brand new. There were all sorts of precautions being made in hospitals because of it. I was due to have a baby right in the middle of flu season. Baby number 4, our third son. We were very excited. The day came when he was born. Everything went great. The nurses were wonderful, the doctor was wonderful, the birth was just like we anticipated it being. We video chatted with the other 3 kids (ages 4.5, 2.8, 18 months) and showed them their new baby brother, since they weren’t allowed to visit in the hospital.

We brought out perfect little babe home after a couple days, and he was not lacking in any attention, ever. Our daughter loved him and the boys thought it was great to have another boy around (even if he didn’t do anything yet). All was well. We were adjusting to not sleeping again, and having 4 small children 4 and younger.

One evening we decided to get out and run to the store as a family. On the drive home Jack started crying. I couldn’t console him in the car. Once we got home, my husband helped the other kids get ready for bed, while I got Jack ready. He stopped crying, but wouldn’t nurse. If we laid him down, he started to cry. If I held him, he sounded like he was catching his breath from crying so much. We also noticed that his mouth had been a perfect circle while crying when we first got home, and had become a strange oval shape. We realized that Jack wasn’t breathing right, and was skipping a breath every few breathes. I called the nurse, and she told us to go to the ER immediately, becasue he wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

The beginning of my Baby’s Story

The hospital