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Against All Odds
Chapter One
“He’s beautiful Mom!”
As I lay there, exhausted, I heard the cries coming from the corner of the room. That one day, that one hour, that one moment, was to change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine.
Monday July 8, 2002, 3:13 P.M.
That date and time would be forever burned into my memory.

As I held my newborn son something in me changed. I knew at that moment that I would gladly die for this little miracle that I was responsible for bringing into this world. As they took him to the nursery for the required four hours thoughts ran through my head of all the moments to come. Little did I know that I was in for more than I had bargained for?

Three days later I got to take my new bundle of joy home. Now keep in mind that I have another baby waiting for me, a twenty pound pug who is nothing but energy. Everyone told me that Buddy would hurt the baby, but I knew better. My husband was not home so that left me with the dilemma of getting Will in the house and keeping Buddy calm for a few minutes. No small feat!
I left Will in the car with his great-grandmother and put Buddy outside on his running line. As soon as my husband got home, it would be time for introductions. The moment of truth and Buddy reacted the way I thought he would. He was curious, not sure of what this new little lump of blue was. As Buddy investigated, the scene from “Lady and the Tramp” came to mind. Once Buddy was satisfied, from that moment on whoever was holding Will, he had a protector. Our neighbors came over and Buddy almost came unglued. He wouldn’t relax until Will was safely in my arms again.

The next week went by as expected. Up every two hours feeding, changing, and rocking. It was complete and total heaven. Thursday morning, July 18, 2002, started just like every other morning. Will woke up at 7:00 A.M. on the dot. It was time to feed and change. He ate, but not quite as much as normal. I didn’t really think anything about it, but looking back it should have been a warning. He went to sleep at about 8:00, and slept his usually three hours. This time when he woke up, he really wasn’t interested in eating. He nibbled, got a little bit in him, and immediately brought it back up. That startled me, but I really didn’t get worried. My worrying started when 2:00 rolled around and he still didn’t want to eat. I called his doctor, and they said to get some Pedialyte and get him to drink an ounce an hour. I raced to the store to pick up what I thought would make my baby feel better. It didn’t. I called the doctor back at 3:45 to say he wouldn’t keep it down. They said to keep trying, as they were getting ready to close, but if it continued, to take him to the hospital

and have him paged. I called my sister in law, who had two children of her own. She said “That was normal”. My mother in law said the same thing. The doctor said there was a virus going around. I couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten it when he hadn’t been out in any public places.
8:00 P.M.
Panic was starting to set in. It had been eleven hours and he hadn’t been able to keep anything down. I called the one person in this world that could calm me down that was my mother. As I told her the events of the day, I lost my composure. I was tired, scared, and unsure of my instincts as a mother. My God, I’d only been one for ten days! Mom did as she always has, comforted and soothed. She was five hundred miles away, but I swear I could feel her arms around me as I cried. Once I calmed down, she told me what I already knew. It was not normal and I should take him to the hospital. The longer this went on the more dehydrated he’d become. I hung up feeling better and worse. I told my husband that we needed to take him to the hospital. He just laughed and told me I was overreacting. He said that he probably caught the virus, and that we could get him seen tomorrow.
11:00 P.M.
I was nearly hysterical. My husband finally gave in and said, “Let’s go, just be prepared to hear I told you so when they say he has a virus.”
I was relieved that I would finally be finding out what was wrong. I would’ve preferred to hear “I told you so”.

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The following comments are for "Against All Odds"
by miranpic

good stuff
Having had some experience reading the stories of moms whose children had... cancer etc I feel this story well. Personally want to slap the sister in law. Well written except for the page break. But that's a programming thang.
keep it coming

( Posted by: Robert Walker [Member] On: February 17, 2010 )

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