When we got to the nursery Tim was gone. Instant panic set in. Where was Tim? I found a nurse to ask. She said he was off the oxygen and I could hold him. I went from my saddest low to my happiest high in that second. I was instantly unaware of anything else. I was going to hold Tim. I felt like I was walking on air. I felt like my face was going to explode, I was smiling so big. The nurse had me sit in a wooden rocking chair as she got Tim. He was wrapped in a blanket. His wires got tangled with my I.V. tube, but I didn�t care. I was just thrilled to be able to hold him.

Finally, I could hold my son and see for myself that Tim would be all right. I knew we had a rough road ahead of us, but I also knew that we would make it. There was nothing that could stop us now.

After I left the hospital, I found out some troubling facts. The wavy lines on the x-ray, that they had taken when I had arrived at the hospital, turned out to be the umbilical cord wrapped around my son from head to toe. When my mom told me the nurses only took Polaroid�s of babies that they didn�t think the mother would see alive, I realized how lucky I really was. Looking back, I realize that I could have had a malpractice lawsuit, but that had never entered my mind. My son was alive and that was the important matter. It has been nine years of hospitals and therapies, and we have a lot more to come, but Tim improves daily. I can still hold him in my arms.
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