The fear

What if you had to put your baby in for surgery at a month old how would you react?

Nickolas was born on August 19. After taking Nickolas home on 21 of August. His feeding starting getting odd. Every time I or my husband fed him. He would votiam and it looks like something out of a movie. It would go high and landed on everything around him. His clothing would be wet, crib ex.

We took him to his pediatric. They said he had a virus and would be fine in a couple of days so, we took him home.

My husband mamaw started talking to me one even. She asks me how Nickolas was doing. I explain he was fine besides the vomiting. No fever. Just vomiting and A lot of crying. Nickolas wasn't happy laying down, standing up, in your arms, being patted ex. Nothing was working. She explains that her son had a birth effect called Pyloric stenosis. This means that the baby feeding tub is shut off and has to have surgery to open it up and fix it.

My husband and I repeatedly took Nicholas to the doctor's visit after visit telling them what Shawn mamaw told me. Day and night. They keep saying the same thing give it the time it will pass. He will be okay in a couple of days. Give him stuff for vomiting and send us on our way. To be honest it was so bad my son's car seat the handled where you pick him up and carry him was completely full at a month old.

We had been staying up day and night with my son. It got to the point. I was scared to fall asleep. I was afraid If I fell asleep for a moment something would happen. Well, Shawn mamaw asks Shawn sister to stay the night so, Shawn and I could get some sleep she agrees.

Even then I had trouble going to bed. Shawn's sister promise if anything happens she said anything twice so, I knew anything. She would wake me up. Even with that promise. I was still awake for a while. She wanted me to go to sleep and get some rest so, every time I when to help her. She sent me back to bed. She said I promise he be okay. Get some sleep.

It seems like I was in bed for hours and I finally fell asleep well the next morning. Shawn's sister wakes me. She says Nicholas hadn't been asleep all night and that she was going to try and get some sleep. I laid Nickolas on my chest and start patting him and he fell asleep. I laid there until I fell asleep.

I woke up to him crying. He had learned how to roll over and he hit the hardwood floor. The first thing I did was take him back to the doctor by this point. Am pissed. One month they telling me the same thing he gets better soon.

I am one of those people who were fine until you make me mad which is very hard to do but anyway, I told the doctor is not a nice manner. There no way my son can be sick for a month. They were something else wrong and that he hit the floor this morning. He replies Wasnt you in here yesterday. I reply yes.

The doctor sends Nickolas for the test. I can remember how worried I was. The fear because I didn't know what was going on with him.

They did their tests and told me, Nickolas, in fact, had Pyloric stenosis. They told me that he had to have surgery right away. My husband had taken his sister to his other sister.

They took me in to sign the papers. To be honest, I set there for a moment. The tears falling down my face. At that point, it was ethier sign the papers or Nickolas could die. I feel so bad for making that decision. Shawn wasn't there so, I couldn't ask him and he was his father. This was a decision I had to make fast and one of the hards ones to make. I was crying so much you barely could read my name.

The nurse came in and explain that they couldn't do anything until they can read my name so she got me another paper to sign were I cried so much.

When they were done they send my son to be prepared for surgery. Of course, I wanted to be by his side but, I never forget what happened next. I when to the room where they were beginning to put a feeding tube down Nickolas. The doctor grabs me and says come with me you're a first-time mommy you don't wanna see this. I have 3 kids of my own. Stay in the room. At that moment to be honest. I want to hit him.

They had me stay in that room well, seem like forever. my husband. Finally, I made it back and they took him to the room that I was in and we waited and waited. More I waited for the more harder it got for me to set in the chair so, I start walking back and forward.

The doctor finally came and told Shawn and me that Nickolas made it through the surgery and that they would come to get us when he was awake.

It wasn't 30 mins later they came and got Shawn and me and took us back to our room. Then they bough Nickolas in.

I was so happy to see him but, we weren't allowed to feed him like we normally did.we had to feed him on a time-limited.

We had to stay in the hospital for 3 days and

It was alright to take him home. He was still on the same feeding schedule. This was the hard cause, he was still hungry and we weren't allowed to feed him but, when its time so, I started putting water on his pacifier so, he wouldn't feel hungry.

They said the voting would stop but, when he's getting hot he still voimits. It's years later and I wish I knew the stuff I learned from all this.

Nickolas has a scar from it. It grows as he grows. With all the things with this, I understand how blessed I am. He makes my life better don't get me wrong he a normal child he does get in trouble but is truly bless and I know it.

If it wasn't for Shawn mamaw I probably wouldn't have known what it was. She was always telling me and she 100% has always been a blessing in my life.