6:12pm September 1, 2000, I heard your first cry. I was happy to see you but I was so tired to hold you. I overheard the doctor saying,that they have to put you in the incubator for 24 hours for monitoring. I was asked to wait in my room. A day passed and you're still not with me. The pedia told us there is something wrong with your blood, that they have to do a blood transfusion and that you need a respirator to help you breathe. The doctor even advised us to have you baptized. We were so scared that we might loose you, but we never gave up. Whenever I see a mother holding her baby, I can't help but cry, I can only see you behind the glass, I wanted to hold you in my arms. My birthday came, and they told me that I can finally hold you, they asked me to feed you but I can't bring you home yet. Another week, they said. And finally, you went home. The doctor said you are clear from that infection and that you are in perfect health. It was a miracle, a miracle that never ceased to amaze me until now. There are no signs of that infection. No one can actually tell that I almost lost you. That was the happiest day of my life.
You are my little miracle Nico.Happy 7th birthday baby, I love you.
You'll always be my baby even if you told me you're "not a baby anymore".
