Hmmm.....well, my name is Kimberly. Most people call me Kim or Kimmie. I answer to all of the above and some others! 🌝 I am 37 years old. I have one child and one fur baby. So two kids! I am divorced and have been for 11 years. Not single though! I am very happily taken. Wow that is nice to say. I will go into that stuff more a little later. Now just an intro. I am a stay at home mommy. I also do ceramics. I love to do anything crafty. And I am always trying new things when it comes to crafting. But being a mother is the best thing about me.
I love kids. If it would have been God's will I would have had several. He blessed me with a beautiful red haired, blue eyed, little boy. A very special little boy. That's right, I am a mother to a special needs little angel. I wouldn't change a thing. Some people may think that is something strange to say but I wouldn't. God gave this amazing child to me because he knew I could handle it. He knew I would love that kid more than anything and always put him first. And that is exactly what I have done for almost 18 years now. Phew, makes me tear up that my little man will be 18 in a couple of weeks!!! Said little man is currently laying in his bed watching cartoons. He missed school today because his allergies are in an uproar. I am currently being eyeballed by my "other kid", Master Bo.
I got Bo for Matthew 3 years ago. He is a full blooded yellow lab pup. He is the size of a mini horse. They are best friends and both of them are sneaky little stinkers. If Matthew doesn't want to eat what I make him, he takes it and gives it to Bo. Bo is very gentle with him. I think he knows he needs to be. In the last 3 months, I have started letting Bo sleep in Matthews bed with him. Talking about making them both happy.
Back to little man. When I was pregnant with Matthew, at first everything went well. When I got a little later in my pregnancy, I began to have complications. I was having a lot of trouble with my blood pressure and had been admitted in the hospital several times for observation. Then when I was 36 weeks, my OB sent me to the hospital to have an ultra sound. They were thinking we were going to have to deliver soon. So we were thinking we were going to have a baby that day or be sent home to have him. But that wasn't the case. That day was one of the hardest days of my life.
They did an ultrasound and didn't tell us anything while they did it. Then they took us to another room to wait on the doctor to come in and talk to us. I knew from the way they were acting that something was wrong. A few minutes later, the doctor popped his head through the door and what he said would change everything. "There is something wrong with your baby, but it will have to wait because I have other patients to tend too". I burst into tears. We had to sit there and wonder what exactly was wrong. When he finally came back in, he told us that the ultrasound showed that our son had Dwarfing Syndrome. There are many types of Dwarfing Syndrome he said, but it appeared my son had the kind that was fatal. That if he lived through the birth he wouldn't live long. My world crumbled. This baby boy that I had prayed so hard for, that kicked me all hours of the night, may not survive. Wouldn't survive if the Doctor was right. He told me I would just have to wait to deliver. Well after some heated words from my dad to the doctor, we left. I wanted a second opinion. I wasn't accepting this. They scheduled me with some high risk doctors in KY. So at 37 weeks, and a lot of worrying, tears, and prayers later, we were sent to UK. The staff was amazing. They did an ultrasound on me and they "thought" they seen the same thing but they said they were going to do everything in their power to help. They admitted me that day and did a test to check to see if my baby's lungs were mature enough to go ahead and deliver. They said they were worried they weren't. 50% and above would be considred mature lungs. When the tests came back, my little angels lungs were 80% mature. Now does anyone want to tell me prayer doesn't work? God is good! They induced me the next morning and when my miracle was born, he weighed 4lbs and 8 oz. He was 17inches long. And he didn't have Dwarfing Synderome. He was in the NICU for 11 days and the genetics doctors decided they wanted to do a chormosome study on him. When Matthew was 1 month old, he was diagnosed with Jacobsen Syndrome. It is a chromosome abnormality. There can be several things that go with Jacobsen Syndrome but once again, I was blessed that Matthew didn't have a lot of the things. He had no heart defects. No hearing issues. He was small and it took us a little bit to get him caught up in his weight but he was precious and my miracle. He never cried. Was always smiling and he was spoiled by everyone!!! Did I say God is good???? Well I will say it often. When Matthew was 5 years old they also diagnosed him with Autism. Did that slow us down? Nope. My child is amazing. He is the most gentle and loving kid. Even doctos are amazed at how well Matthew does. Most children with Autism do not want to be snuggled or cuddled. Matthew loves it! All that child knows is love. I tried to raise him that way. He is my life. And like I said before, he will be 18 in a couple weeks. The child the first doctors told me wouldn't survive is going to be 18. So yea, God is good. And there is power in prayer. No one will ever make me believe differently.
Well, I am going to wrap this up and get us all ready for bed. Bo is about to lose his mind wanting to get in there in Matthew's bed with him. I hope you enjoy the post. I will try to post weekly. Like I said, I am new to this and I am really not sure what I am doing! 😊
