What fun it is to be ONE!

Greyson  Moore

August 11, 2010

One year later!

We were blessed with our 2nd little boy on the eleventh of August, 2010. He made a BIG entrance into the world and has kept us smiling ever since. Today, a day before his actual birthday,  I am reflecting on the last year and all the memories we have of our little "Fats". It is a hard day for a mommy. I am sad that my last baby is going to be a toddler but I am so proud of him and all he has become. I love thinking back to the day he was born and the 364 days that followed.

I was on bed rest the day Greyson was born. I had been on bed rest for a few weeks and to say that I was unhappy about it would be an understatement to say the least. I was pissed. I complied the best I could but I finally made up my mind that my doctor was a nut-job and decided I know a lot more than her. I don't iron clothes on a normal day but this day I did. Tony had been taking care of everything else in our home and ironing his work shirts were the only thing that was not done...but I digress.

I was having contractions for a few days. I was too stubborn to pay attention to them, my best friend says I am stubborn. I disagree. I still had 3 1/2 weeks! No way he would come. So I got dressed and crammed my huge, pissed off self in the car and headed to the doctor. In the interim I bit Tony's head off for offering to come with me because there was no need for him to be there. Duh. Like I said, I was in a fantastic mood. So at the doctor's office my bp was still high which guaranteed more bed rest and when my doctor came in I was having a contraction and could not even say hello. She sat with me and listened to me tell her I was DONE with bed rest no matter what she said. She convinced me to let her check me before heading home and I was a 5. It was go time.

After frantic calls to Tony, our family/friends, and one c-section Greyson Moore arrived in this world at 5:24PM.

And that is where the fun stopped. Like all normal Dad's Tony went to take pictures and be with our precious boy. But he never came back. I was alone while they finished the surgery, I was alone in recovery. Some friends finally came to be with me and I asked where Tony was. Lisa informed me that Greyson was having trouble breathing and Tony was with him. Okay good...I was worried he got hungry or a pre-season Broncos game was on. Those things tend to distract him. The recovery nurse came in and told me he was taken to the NICU and would spend about 3 hours there then be brought to my room. Three hours turned into 24 hours, which turned into 3 days, which turned into 7 days.

Greyson is perfectly healthy, he just had a little trouble because he was early. They called it "wimpy white boy syndrome" which made me laugh but on the inside I was panicking. I am not one to say how I feel. I keep it in because I don't think people want to see me panic, they want to see me strong and happy. So that is what I was....until the sun went down or until I was alone. I did not sleep while I was there. I cried all night, I could hear the other babies on the floor crying and I had to take an elevator to see mine. When Greyson was 2 days old Tony went home for more clothes etc and I decided to get myself down to see my baby. But my wheel chair was gone. No chair...I walk. It was so painful to walk I cried with every step. This freaked everyone out. They grabbed me and made me sit down and were all asking what was going on, finally once they let me speak I yelled "I want to see my f***ing baby!".  Poor people. But they left my wheelchair alone from then on.

The NICU was a strange experience. The other parents joined us in making this weird fraternity. We were brothers and sisters all together wanting with every fiber to be at home and never see each other again. We scrubbed in together, we got coffee, we bugged the nurses for updates. Never spoke though, we didn't need the "what are you in for conversation". We just looked at each other with an understanding smile.

Greyson came home at 1 week old and joined his big brother Preston who was waiting very patiently.

Since then Greyson has done so much. He has been to Colorado, Oklahoma, and all over Texas. He was rolling over at 4 months, sitting up at 6 months, standing at 8 months, and he is now taking a few steps. He is the sweetest, most kind baby. Greyson greets you with a smile every time you see him. He loves his brother Preston so much and just wants to do everything he does. He waves hello, claps, and blows kisses at us. Greyson loves to eat. He will eat almost anything I put in front of him, this is why we call him "Fats". I am not sure what Greyson will be when he grows up but I know for sure he will be happy. I am so proud to be his Mommy.

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Greyson James Moore, Age 1