When Brayden was 5 weeks old, we had the biggest scare of our lives. A tiny infant who breathed with a struggle, whose body would twist in discomfort and who would on and off again breathe or not. Many doctors and nurses would tell me I was just a scared first time mom. But that night, with all I had in me, I prayed for a miracle. The ER doc at Rex sent us by special ambulance to Wake Med where we were met with a ENT surgeon who knew right off the bat that Brayden had laryngomalacia, an airway defect that would collapse and essentially feel like he was breathing through a straw. Luckily, Brayden had a mild case, and after a year of no sleep, breathing monitors, medicine and maturity & time, he outgrew it, as promised. I prayed every day when I found out I was pregnant with Liam, that he wouldnt have laryngomalacia! Every day. And sometimes either prayer doesnt work or someone above puts you through rough times to test your strength. Ive learned how to be a tough mom, I often feel like i should wear a cape after all the scares we have been through. I need to learn how to fall back on people and let them help. Tonight I ask of your help. Days after cuddling and getting to know my sweet baby Liam, the familiar squeak, the struggle to breathe became more and more evident. Today we found out that Liam, too, has laryngomalacia. But his is severe. He will require surgery this Thursday morning. My tiny sweet baby will undergo surgery so he can breathe easy. I think I have done enough positive things for the universe to give me positivity back. I ask that everyone who believes in this universe, to pray that sweet Liam gets through his surgery and he can finally feel comfort. Let your prayers go drifting into space, you never know what will be coming down...
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 02:05:16 +0000
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