Before a Diagnosis

When I was preggo we didn't find out what I was having. It's was a surprise that everyone thought we were crazy for. The big day came 3 weeks early, and after all the phone calls and family flooding into my room, I was informed of something I knew and feared... I had to have a c-section.

Oompa loompa Robbie, and freaked out me went to surgery and out came a head full of blond hair, bright blue eyes and "a slightly distended abdomen".... With those words my mind raced and almost missed doc udder a "we have a girl!"
a girl that wasn't crying.... I felt like I panicked... I threw up, then the NICU isolette came in and I continued to panic. Izzy never cried that day. She squeaked and I almost cried.
she went into surgery 15 hours after she came into the world. Dr. Lewis worked a miracle with God's help. They saved our little girl. Izzy had a intestinal perforation due to a merconium iliest.. Greek to you too huh? All that means inutero, her intestine had a blockage and it ripped causing a big mess and 2 pounds of fluid on her abdomen. And a very unhappy brand-newborn.
Doctors in and out of my post-pardom room for the next few days and I learned alot....
1. A spinal AND epidural with some morphine makes a great cocktail of drugs that completely incapacitate you regardless of how strong your will power is it get down the hall to finally see your baby for the first time.
2. While on this cocktail you can ask intelligent questions.... 100 times but will never remember who you asked or what the answer.
3. You can't tell and aren't expected to remember your doctors verses her doctors.
4. It freaks nurses out when you don't need pain meds.
5. I'm very calm in the face of crisis and chaos and panic.
6. Goofy cocktail wears off but you still can't walk 100 feet without having to catch your breath. And you instinctively walk funky.
7. NICU nurses are amazing and I don't know what we would have done without them.
8. Robbie and I are very strong.
9. Robbie and I are very young.
10. Robbie and I are very smart.
11. Young, strong, smart and NICU hardly if ever all go in the same sentence not to mention the same couple and new parents.

5 and a half weeks in the NICU for Izzy, a week in the hospital for me, 3 surgeries between us, 2 or 3 genetic tests and several cultures and tests later and we come home with the most beautiful baby and this nagging feeling that a diagnosis is supposed to change something.

Izzy is simply a baby. Nothing more nothing less. A wonderful happy baby. She will grow up to be a toddle, then a rambunctious kid. Teen years will come and then off to college and our beautiful baby will be her own healthy happy woman. A diagnosis changes nothing.