Happy 4th Birthday Jules!

This post is a week old. Julien's birthday was on November 23rd, but I didn't have my pictures downloaded or didn't get to proofread my post. As Thanksgiving was approaching, I was thinking of all the things I was thankful for and I'm definately thankful for all my children and family. We've been in the process of moving closer to my family and we are now here!! Finally!! So, I haven't had much time, but I wrote many of the reasons why I'm so thankful for Julien down below! If you read it, you will see why!

Today is Julien's 4th birthday! Wow, it is hard to believe he turned four. We have been talking about his birthday for a few days and he came into our bedroom this morning and I said, "Happy Birthday, Julien". He said, "Is today my real birthday, today." "Yes, Julien it is, Happy Birthday." I said. He thought for a second and said, "Where's my present?" Yes, definitely FOUR!

Four years ago, Julien was born 8 weeks early after I had endured about 8 weeks of having an overabundance of amniotic fluid. So much that a week before he was born, the specialist drained off a liter of fluid. I was admitted to the hospital on the 22nd, because my water had started leaking and at about midnight, it started gushing. Julien's heartrate dropped and nurses began scrambling. They put an oxygen mask on my face and I was crying asking what was happening and no one was answering. They pushed my bed out into the hallway and into an operating room, all the while I'm still trying to find out what is going on. NO ANSWERS. I'm crying, I look at Mark and he looks panicked. The anesthesiologist says no family is allowed in the room. Mark leaves and that was all I remembered.

When I woke up, someone was saying my name and I don't see Mark...I asked,"Is my baby OK?" Someone said, yes he's fine, your husband is with him in the NICU. In my mind, all I could think of was Mark sitting out in the hall crying and Julien not making it. After what seemed like hours, Mark finally came back, he told me that Julien was doing fine. The nurses finally wheeled me into the NICU and there laid our little Julien...so small, but breathing on his own. He had tubes coming out everywhere, but he was breathing on his own. I was so, so thankful.

Later, I found out that the nurses has woken up a surgeon and while Mark was waiting out in the hallway, the surgeon was telling the nurse that she didn't want to do the surgery...she didn't know me or know anything about my case. About that time, one of the nurses yelled our Dr. was coming down the hallway. The nurses opened the doors and she came running down the hallway, scrubbed in and delivered our precious boy. The Dr. made it to the hospital from her house in 10 minutes!!!

The next morning when my doctor came into check on me, I was told if we hadn't been at the hospital that night, Julien would have never survived. It was only the fast work of professionals and God watching over us that got us through.

Julien was born two days before Thanksgiving, so every year we are able to so vividly remember why we are so thankful!