Two pounds of hamburger  

mysticdreamangel 61F
1119 posts
8/29/2006 7:17 pm

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9/25/2006 7:45 pm

Two pounds of hamburger

I have written a few posts that mention my son and how close we are…well tonight I’m going to share with you how lucky I am to have a son like him!

Always wanted to have a herd of children, my Dad was from a family of 10, actually 13 but three died at birth, and for as long as I can remember I loved kids! Growing up in the late 60’s and early 70’s it was my dream to have at least 6 kids. Yup I know, what the hell was I thinking, but it is what I wanted.

Got married the first time at 22 and it lasted all of eleven months. No big deal, we are still friends and that is a whole different story. Floated from relationship to relationship and then met a guy that I thought was the best of all worlds…seven year’s younger…aggressive in his career aspirations…but again that is a whole different story.

We got married on his 23rd birthday, and yes that made me 30. I knew the clock was ticking and if I wanted my six kids I had to get moving! So low and behold…almost nine months to the day of getting married I got the flu. What a pain in the butt…I was working to support us as he finished college…traveling for my job and damn I just kept getting sicker and sicker.

A friend of mine asked if there was a chance I could be pregnant and I looked at her and said, Yeah right, like that would happen! Well after three months of the flu…I took a pregnancy test and guess what! Still didn’t believe it so I went to my Doctor and he said it would take about 20 minutes for the results to come back in. I sat in the waiting room eating saltines to quench the nausea and a nurse came out and said the doctor was ready to see me. I was feeling really sick and asked if I could visit the ladies room prior to seeing him and thank goodness she said yes! When I finally composed myself she brought me into his office where he sat there smiling…I’m thinking WTF are you smiling at, I feel like crap. He looked up at me and said, so how are you feeling! Every want to jump across a desk and strangle someone? I did at that very moment! I think he knew what I was thinking and he chuckled and said “Well you don’t have the flu, and yes you are very pregnant! It was finally a reality…baby number one.

Fast forward…

January 25, Super Bowl Sunday…and yes the pregnant Momma was at a Super Bowl party. Didn’t feel too good, but thought it was just it was a passing thing. Anyways tomorrow was my birthday and my husband had said he was taking me out for a special birthday dinner and the doctor had cleared me to have a couple glasses of wine. Kept feeling sicker and sicker and finally people at the party had me call my doctor. He was a family friend and when I called it was obvious he was having a Super Bowl party. We talked for a bit and he said that everything I was feeling was normal…

Fast forward…

January 26th, my birthday. Went to work early and as soon as my boss got there, he took one look at me and said I’m driving you home…5 hours later in the hospital if full fledged labor…it was my birthday…it was three months and two days to early…this wasn’t fair.

Fast forward…

January 28th, 1:08 am…my son was born in a fish bowl. A brightly lit room, glass one way mirrors all the way around. You see he was born in one of the top hospitals in the country, but it is a teaching hospital and everything was being watched by students. The moment my son arrived…from within the mirrored walls…doors opened and he was rushed away…

I was so exhausted at that point I couldn’t even hear what was going on and drifted off into a very deep sleep. Upon awakening my room was full of flowers, cards, gifts from my birthday but no baby. My husband and a woman I didn’t know were standing there to tell me about my son. At birth 2 lbs ll ounces, unable to breath on his own, his heart was beating but they had to keep it going because it kept stopping. His chances of survival…only 30%. My husband asked if I wanted to see him and I thought they were going to bring me to him, but instead he held out a photo. There I saw my husband’s hand reaching into a contraption I had never seen before…his hand was resting on this tiny, little baby…or was it a doll? No baby is that small.

My emotions were in turmoil, but at that moment all I wanted was to see my baby. They explained it would be a month or more before I could hold him, it he made it…there would be many obstacles for us to face and the prognoses was not good.

Fast forward…

February 14, yes it was Valentines Day and my little guy was still hanging in. Weight had dropped to 1 lb 11 oz, breathing continuously stopped, heart would stop repeatedly but he still was with us. I walked into the neonatal intensive care unit like I had every day from the day he was born prepared for the worst…but everyone there was smiling. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but all I cared about was seeing my son. As I walked towards him I saw a card on the top of the unit he was kept in and it said “Happy Valentines Day Mom”. I hesitated and someone said, “Go ahead Mom, open it” and there inside the card were the impression of the smallest hands and feet I had every seen! They were his…my tiny little man who was fighting for his life had yet he had given me a gift. Then another person said, “Mom, it’s time you held him…but it can only be for a moment.”

I watched as the doctors and nurses started to prepare him for the journey…they unhooked him from some of the monitors…they wrapped him in big furry blankets and they asked if I was ready. My knees were shaking, my head was spinning…I was scared. They sat me down and talked to me about what to expect, mostly about the fact that there was really nothing to hold at this point except the blankets. They asked if I was ready, and all I could do is nod my head. The next thing I knew there he was in my arms…struggling to breathe…but he was there. What was supposed to be only a moment lasted for five minutes before they knew his tiny little body could no longer go without the help from the machines but he had hung in there longer than they ever thought he could.

I was unaware that the whole time this was taking place, my family and friends were watching from one of those mirrored windows. They could not believe what they had just seen and the one that was the most chocked up was my Dad. My Mom who had been divorced from him for many years, said he was very teary and all of a sudden he looked at her and said, “I took a package out of the refrigerator today and noticed it weighed two pounds. Our little guy in there weighs no more than that package of hamburger!”

Needless to say, that little guy is now 19 years old and will be 20 in January. I knew from the first moment I saw him that he was my world and regardless of the outcome he always would be. I am so fortunate to have him in my life and to have watched him grow into a man that is honest, kind hearted and loving but most of all not only to have him as my son but as a friend.

So each time I go shopping and I buy a package of hamburger that day comes back to me. And yes, I might look silly standing in the middle of a grocery store holding a package of hamburger and smiling, but it is for a wonderful reason and that reason is my Son!

As to why I never had anymore…a different story!

Beckoning_BBW 39F
2017 posts
8/29/2006 7:42 pm

What a lovely, heartwarming post. I was happy I stopped in to read it.
To an extent I know exactly how you feel. I feel that way when I buy my pounds of butter.
My now 8 year old twins were born at 28 weeks weighing 3 pounds a pop...they were also born in January. One of my other children was also born in January, the 28th to be exact.
I think about the day they were born, my feelings, and the few months after that.
Then I look at them, like I suspect you do your almost 20 year old son and just go "wow"

Thanks for sharing your story

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mysticdreamangel replies on 8/29/2006 8:20 pm:

It is so nice to hear from someone that knows! Yes, you are right...each time I do look at him I say "wow", as you will do with all your children.

Thank you for stopping by and hugs to you and yours!

blackleather2006 51M/49F

8/29/2006 7:45 pm

Very awesome story! Thank you.....

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/29/2006 8:22 pm:
Thank you! I find that I write best when I don't tell a story but share my reality...and your welcome!

kenlpn2 59M
31 posts
8/29/2006 7:46 pm

What a wonderful story about a wonderful guy.

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/29/2006 8:23 pm:
Thank you!

digdug41 49M

8/29/2006 9:02 pm

I think this is the coolest heart warmingest post I have read inna really long time despite what ever happened to have more you got yourself a lil prince who aint so lil n'more bless you and him great post shaye was right you got chops writing

roaming the cyber streets of blogland

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/30/2006 4:36 am:
Thank you for stopping by and thanks to Shaye for telling you about my writing. Writing has become my way of unwinding from my day. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad but I enjoy doing it.

Yes, my son is a prince but like I said he is my friend as well and that's what it's all about!

FrogsDefogMenta 63M  
84 posts
8/29/2006 9:36 pm

Touched me deeply to my inner being, not as a mother(equipment differential), but as a father(equipment worked)... I still can relate to the shear awe,fear and beauty of the events of life(s) beginning... to the matured and experience(s) based reality of the present. I have said it before and I shall say it now..."Isn't "LIFE" Grand".
Having said that... I have now given up on eating hamburger..even a quarter pounder... ;o). Be proud mom..of yourself and your beautiful son...
And please try and resist swathing the burger in aisle 5 you are attracting attention..which you already possess a natural flair in all your attributes.
I remain..
customer service desk with microphone...

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/30/2006 4:40 am:

Thank you for the laughter and please, you don't have to give up eating hamburger!

Hey, what's that I hear..."Associate needed in the meat department. Hamburger packages are crying again!"

~hugs my friend~

ZZ_Todd 59M

8/29/2006 10:11 pm

Happy Mother's Day... a little early.

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/30/2006 4:42 am:
It's never to early for a Happy Mothers Day...thank you.

mycin62 54F

8/30/2006 5:57 am

What a beautiful story and a great tribute to your son. I feel the same way about my son. Our kids are the same age, accept mine was born in March.

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/30/2006 4:19 pm:
I knew there was a reason I liked you from the start. Is your son an only child or do you have other children? Thanks for reading and glad you like it.

~hugs and hope to see you soon~

pragmaticCTcpl 61M/50F

8/30/2006 7:07 am

That was a wonderful story!!! Thank you for sharing it with us.

A mother's love is a very special thing.

Good things really do come in small packages.

mysticdreamangel replies on 8/30/2006 4:20 pm:
Your welcome and thank you for stopping by. I just hope for first time parents their package or for any parents having a child that their packages are bigger.

NSAAddict 42F

9/7/2006 3:19 pm

Aww Mystic, you made me cry!! What a beautiful and heatwarming story. Your son is a very lucky man to have you in his life and vice versa

mysticdreamangel replies on 9/8/2006 5:09 pm:
NSA, I didn't want to make anyone cry...but thank you and I'm glad your my friend!

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