On Wednesday September 23, 2015 our miracle baby boy arrived at 2:10pm. Weighing 6lbs, 9ozs and 19 inches long he has proven to be pure perfection in every way. I was able to hold him for 30 seconds before a team of NICU doctors and nurses whisked him away. A total of 15 doctors and nurses were in the room when he was born as well as Ryan and my mom. It was surreal to open my eyes and watch them pull his sweet body out. The doctors (who I had never met) were positive and reassuring helping to make a scary moment seem calm.
About 5 to 6 hours later, they came to let us know that his vitals were great, blood pressures matching, hadn't needed oxygen, and his coloring was good. All things that could show signs of immediate surgery. We were able to peek in on him at the NICU Transitional Nursery for a few seconds before being taken back to my room.
A few hours later, a team of seven doctors came to tell us that he was a miracle. That everything they say in his heart to be wrong a mere two weeks prior was absolutely perfect. They had no explanation. They only had apologies. There are no words for the relief and disbelief that filled our hearts. None.
Two days later we both were breaking out of that joint to come home to a house full of love. In my wildest dreams I never thought that was even an option or possibility. God is so good!
Like everything about baby Brighton, his name has a unique story as well. We had always intended to use the middle name Kevin for a girl. But when my dad had a stroke this summer and two weeks later we learned of our baby's heart problem, we decided that boy or girl this child's middle name would be Kevin (after my dad and myself).
We couldn't agree on a boy name though. Nothing I liked was sitting well with Ryan and he had no actual suggestions. On Tuesday when we were in the middle of learning that the baby was coming now, my sister Taylor was texting me (without knowing what was going on!) to say the she knew we were having a boy and we needed to name him Brighton. A city in England (and Colorado) meaning "hope" with a bright personality and intellect. I wasn't responding to her because I was in shock so she decided to text Ryan too. All of a sudden he is asking me about Brighton and saying that he loves it.
So when Ryan/the doctors announced that it was a boy, we just greeted him as quickly as they allowed with a "Hi Brighton buddy we love you!"
God has big plans for this sweet boy of mine!