Damion and I have been through so much together. He has had to witness me get abused by my first husband, he endured abuse as well. He has watched my heart break in a million pieces. He has seen us lose it all. He has watched his mom get sicker and sicker. His favorite person (my grandmother) passed away and it killed his emotional soft side. He really has been through so much. And yet, he manages to smile and make me laugh on a continuous basis.
This kid has always been my rock, my protector, and my hero. He has no qualms about telling people off that hurt him or that hurt his family. I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite. He lets things roll off of his shoulders and he is extremely laid back. I have watched him grow into an extraordinary man.
This past year, he was determined to lose weight. His starting weight was 365 pounds...and in less than five months, he now weighs 250 pounds. His determination and strength inspire me.
Damion tries to act like a big tough guy, but deep down inside, he is a soft teddy bear. He is my first true love. I am so proud to be his mother.
I was seventeen when I had Damion. I went into labor on October 4th at 4:30 P.M.. I was over a month early. I was not progressing in my labor, yet I was having consistent contractions for four days. On October 8th, my doctor put me on Magnesium Sulfate to try and stop labor because his lungs weren't developed enough for delivery. His heart rate plummeted and my blood pressure dropped rapidly. They had to do an emergency c-section. I did not even get to see him because he was gasping for air. Later that evening, the nurse and my mother showed up in my room. I knew automatically that something was wrong. I had him at 10:19 P.M. and it was 1:30 A.M. when they came in the room (and I had yet to see my baby). They informed me that they were transferring him to Cook's Children's Hospital immediately.
I was devastated and freaking out. They brought him in my room in an incubator. I got to touch his tiny feet and hands....and then just as quickly as I met him, they swooped in and took him. I did not get to see him for six days after he was taken to Cook's, but I did call his nurses in NICU every thirty minutes to check on him.
They informed me that he would probably be in the hospital for three months. His valve did not close when he took his first breath in his heart and he could not breathe on his own. I finally got to see my baby after six long days. When you walk into NICU, you have to wash your hands for three minutes. I am telling you, those were the longest three minutes of my life. I finally was able to walk to his incubator.
I talked to him and told him mommy loved him so much. They even let me change his diaper. I still had not been able to hold him. The next day, I received a phone call before I left for the hospital. Miraculously, the hospital called and told me he was breathing on his own. We rushed to the hospital. I held my son for the first time that day. I was able to breast feed him and rock him. Two days later, he was able to come home. The nurses told me that he was waiting on his mommy. I believe that we both needed each other...and we still do. We have a bond that is completely unbreakable.
Yes, I was a teen mother...but the minute I became pregnant with my son, I became an adult. I did not go out, I didn't party...I put my baby before anything else. He saved my life..and now my heart is breaking because he is growing up way too fast. 18 in two more days....where has the time gone?
Damion will go far in life. He has big dreams and I know he will make something of himself one day. Hopefully, I will be around to see all of his successes. He will always be the first of three loves of my life. He will always be my Pumpkin Seed, my D-Man, and my Texaco. He is perfection...and I am so grateful to God for giving me such a wonderful gift.
Happy Birthday my Pumpkin Seed....Mom loves you so much and is so so proud of you!
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