Click (Our Miracle Child) Turns 5 Today

I've waited all week to write this post in celebration of my firstborn. He is truly a miracle as you will learn while reading this post. I've waited but now I'm overwhelmed. I have so much to say and so much to be grateful for. I believe I feel overwhelmed with emotion because this will be my first time journaling the course of events that placed me where I am - a stay at home mom (SAHM) and a homeschooler. I exhale........

Click was born Monday, October 28, 2002 at 6:52pm. He was 1lb 10.7oz, yes one pound 10.7oz. Before we get to October 28th, go back with me to October 5, 2002. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. I awoke from a much needed nap and began preparing to head to the park for a function. I used the restroom and noticed some mucus on the tissue. It wasn't anything to call 911 about, but it did make me look through the handbook I received from my OBGYN. I read the information and it says call if there's any discharge, so I did. I had just visited my OB a few days prior, but he was out of town and I spoke with his partner. On the side of caution, he advised me to go to the emergency room and make plans to come into his office on Monday. I finished my conversation and proceeded to the park. I socialized, grabbed a fish sandwich, called the next game of spades, and casually mentioned the doctor's conversation to my husband. Of course he immediately wants to rush to the hospital (I want to eat my sandwich). This may sound silly, but the ONLY reason I consented to go to the emergency room was because Dr. T said he would call the hospital and let them know I'd be coming.... I DID NOT want the hospital calling my house looking for me.

We casually stroll into the emergency room. I was wearing the classic pregnant lady outfit - a pair of the most comfortable black stretchy pants with a turquoise, brown & white stripe shirt. If I had known I wasn't leaving until after Click's birth I would have been better prepared. After the doctor examines me, he explains that I'm 2.5cm dilated and I'd have to stay in the hospital. Still not understanding the severity of my condition, because after all, everyone I knew went close to 40 weeks, had a baby and went home, I mentally had plans to leave the following day. The next 23 days would be a roller coaster ride. It was a test of my faith, my will, and what I believed in God's word. I endured the endless needles; the surgery; being 100% bedridden; the horrible hospital food, and birthed a miracle. At 25.5 weeks gestation, Click was born. 1lb 10.7 oz.

I later found out that he was a celebrity before he even reached the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). As I mentioned, when I walked into the hospital I was 2.5 cm dilated. A week later when the cerclage (closure of the cervix with stitches) was placed I was 4 cm. There was a point during the surgery that everyone began speaking softly and one by one the medical staff gathered around my propped legs. I knew it couldn't be good, but I refused to let my mind run wild. I just closed my eyes and began to pray. At this point, all I could do was pray.


After I returned to my room, my nurse, the sweetest little Asian lady said with a heavy accent, "You made that doctor earn his money today!" I wasn't clear on what she meant until the doctor came to talk with us. By the time I made it to the surgery room, Click's feet where outside my vagina. Before the surgery could be performed, the doctor first had to push the bag of water back into my body, WITHOUT breaking it, then close my cervix which was open wide enough for the baby to slip out. This entire experience was foreign to me, but I thought they see similar cases and scenarios often. It wasn't until he visited the next morning and told us how he told his wife about the surgery that I realized it was a rare case.


When Click arrived the NICU was prepared. They'd been waiting an entire 8 days for him. Eight days prior to his arrival I sat on the bed pan to move my bowels (or so I thought). After pushing and feeling a bulge come out, but not from a familiar area, I calmly called for my nurse. Knowing that something wasn't right I said, "please tell me that those are my bowels". Of course you know the answer, it wasn't my bowels, but my bag bulging in my vagina. Despite the cerclage, my cervix was still opening.

The entire time in the hospital I didn't feel any pain. No contractions, no pressure, no cramping, but nurses didn't hesitate to burst in the door at all hours to shoot me with meds in order to stop the contractions that the monitor was reading. Ironically, on October 27, I began experiencing pain, but the monitors weren't picking up the signals. I was blessed to have wonderful nurses. Women who were committed to caring for me each day and night. I remember my nurse coming in and noticing that I was contracting based on the baby's heart rate. His heart rate would decelerate with each contraction. This continued and the decision was made to perform a c-section.

Up until the 27th I tried to remain positive, upbeat, and strong in faith. I had stopped negotiating with God, which I must obviously be terrible at because I didn't get my way at all, and said not my will but Yours be done. I didn't have anymore fight in me, and I knew that Click was coming. I had to trust that he wouldn't suffer from mental retardation, underdeveloped lungs, brain bleeds, and the host of other obstacles that micropreemies face. I had to trust that God knew what He was doing.

Click arrived. I had a 3 second look at him and he was whisked off to the NICU. The doctors had a difficult time getting him out. I later learned that my placenta had begun tearing away, so had he not been delivered when he was, we may have lost him.... God does know best!

The next 3 months was another emotional ride that I'll have to share another time. But know this, he had no issues with his mental ability. He did go home on oxygen but he doesn't have asthma or any lung issues. He didn't need any surgeries. He didn't have issues with his eyes or ears. He did not have one issue that normally plagues micropreemies. That is truly a miracle.

So on this day I celebrate 5 years with my son. It is because of him and the unconventional timing of his birth that I became a SAHM. It has been the best 5 years of my life. He has also forced me into homeschooling and it is with a grateful heart that I thank him, my husband, and my Heavenly Father for the responsibility.

Happy Birthday Click!!

5 is the number of grace. Click comes from a long line - he is the 5th generation.

He also loves Spiderman, can you tell? This picture was taken on his birthday!