One Year Old DeShala
Babies. They are cute, aren’t they? Between the smiles, baby talk, and the daily face transformations. It’s easy to see how a parent become so wrapped around their baby’s finger. Especially when a parent has the opportunity to dress them in cute outfits. Haha, sounds amazing, right?
Sometimes, I wish that I could remember myself as a baby. I think it will be cool to know how I interacted with my parents. I want to understand my perspective on learning new fine and gross motor skills. Overall, I just want to understand how a baby thinks and operates. Did you know that babies are known to recognize faces and sounds, yet we can’t remember what it’s like to be a newborn baby. New life is beautiful, and it is something that we should not take lightly.
Before my official birth date in 1991, my mom, dad, and aunt went to the movies to watch New Jack City. During the movie my mom had to go to the bathroom three times. She suspected that her water broke. My family left the movie early to go home. My mother was uncomfortable during the drive and her pain steadily increased as they drove over bumps in the road. In hindsight, my dad wish my mother would have told him earlier about the pain she was in.
When my parents arrived at the hospital, the doctor explained to my mom that she could not transport her in a helicopter because gravity would force her to have me early (without medical equipment), putting both of our lives at risk. My mom had to ride the ambulance to Madison, Wisconsin. From my hometown it is an hour drive to Madison. I can only imagine how much longer it felt to my mom. Especially when there’s a instinctual urge to push. Thankfully my dad was there in time for my delivery.
My grandma commented and said, ” that’s a baby!?: out of excitement. I was born 1 lb and 11 ounces. I was in the incubator because I was struggling to breathe on my own, and I was on a heart monitor. I was in a hospital for four months. While in the hospital, I suffered from a bile infection because I could not digest milk; they had to feed me pregestimil. I came home weighing five lbs and five ounces in July. My baby story was a miracle within itself.
The point is, even though I am going through a daily transformation of self (to be more like Christ). Through the most difficult times, I’m still standing. And girl, that is something to be grateful for. My story is a living testimony, and I believe God is using me as a vessel to do bigger and better things. My hope is that you walk with me towards a new life in Christ.
That is all for now,
🤎DeShala🤎