I think I may have finally recovered from our super eventful Monday.
Ella and I spent the day together at Sick Kids visiting the orthopaedic surgeon and getting a hip ultrasound. 228 more words
Jamie Amela was born at 25 weeks via emergency c-section weighing only 1 pound and 4 ounces. The odds were not in her favor, they predicted she wouldn’t make it through the night, and if she did it would be a miracle. The moment they delivered her the realized that she was succeeding at breathing on her own, a task that wasn’t supposed to happen for another 2 weeks. After proving them wrong the first night, the doctors warned us it would probably be good before it got bad and to still anticipate her not making it through the week. 21 months later and she is still continuing to do what doctors never thought she could accomplish.
She is a fighter. She is a miracle.
She is the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I was going to spend so much time with lactation nurses. We discussed the intricacies of hand expressing (whilst using hand motions), breast milk volumes, engorgement, and just how much breast milk one could fit in a chest freezer. 1,382 more words