My baby was born at 7:40am on a Friday, and I was expecting to be able to go home and get my little one ready.
As I left the hospital, I was still thinking of my baby’s last words.
I had just learned that I would have to deliver him on Saturday, but I knew that it would be different.
We were so close to that day that I just wanted to give my baby everything I had.
The day before I had already been so exhausted from the day before that I didn’t want to let him go home until Sunday.
When I arrived at the hospital I had my son in his sling, and he was wearing only one pair of jeans, his baby blanket, and his diaper.
It was a little awkward and I really wanted to have a nice, quiet place to hold him.
The nurses looked at me like, Oh, my God!
And they were like, “Yeah, well, we know it’s going to be a little different.
But we’re not going to let you go home tonight.”
So I told them I was going to have to be there to pick him up, and that was the last time I saw him.
I felt so bad for him that I wanted to make sure he was OK.
I was scared to go back and get him, but at the same time I was excited.
I remember my daughter was screaming at me that she was going back to work at the office, and she was crying, too.
So I was really nervous about getting my son.
My son had just been diagnosed with the genetic disorder Autistic Spectrum Disorder, or ASD.
I went to the ER to get checked out, and the nurse told me I had to wait until Monday to get a test.
I don’t know if I’m too stressed out about this to go into the ER right away, but if I didn`t have the time to take my son to the clinic that would have been the worst.
I didn’ t have a lot of time to be stressed out, so I just went straight home and got him checked out.
I knew he was not going home until I got there.
The doctor said I had a 90 percent chance of having a baby, but he had a different word to describe me: “risky.”
He said, “You`re not ready for a baby yet.”
I just remember thinking, Well, what am I going to do?
But at that point I was so nervous.
I just had to keep my head down.
My husband and I just kept saying to each other, We`re just going to stay here, and then he said, I`ll call you back at 6:30.
I`m sure you will.
I called my husband and he called me back, and we went back to the hospital.
At that point, I knew I had made the right decision.
It`s like, Wow!
My baby`s going to make it.
But the next morning, I went out to the parking lot and we got into the car.
It turns out I had taken my son for a spin before I got to the store.
So that`s when I realized, I just didn` t want to have him there, I needed to go get a new diaper.
We`d been doing a lot together.
When we`re at work and he`s not feeling well, I usually take him to the laundry room and wash him, or take him for a walk.
I did that last Saturday.
I came back and he didn`T look right.
I thought he was aching, and my husband was like, No!
He just looked like he was in pain.
But I went back and checked on him, and it was fine.
The next day, my son woke up and said, Dad, mommy, where are you going?
He`s a little bit dehydrated.
He looked so hungry and tired.
And my husband said, Well if you are hungry and thirsty, come get me.
We drove to the supermarket, and they`re still out there.
So we`ve been taking him everywhere and he just can`t get anywhere.
We just got to go and get the new diapers and he couldn`t even get the shopping basket.
We got him the day after Christmas, and so far he`ll be fine.
He`ll have a healthy life.
I feel so blessed.
I really wish I could go back to that house, but we`ll probably just move to a different one.
So far, we`m very fortunate.
I would definitely do it again.
I think that`d be a lot better for me than a lot other places I`ve tried.
But as I said, the decision to have my son with me at home was a huge blessing for me.
I know I`d not be able