Let me first start off saying…I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving and “holiday spending” - OH HOW I MISSED YALL!....Well, let me get right back to it.
Truth is…. My sweet, little, precious Landon had to be placed in the NICU because of all the recurring complications: breathing problems, no appetite, and a swollen head from trying to push himself out – yes, he has always been a little independent J. My heart was aching because all I wanted to do was hold my son in my arms; but, because of my unexpected surgery, we had to be treated on two separate floors. Well, my inner detective took over and I was calling downstairs EVERY 5 minutes to check on the whereabouts and the doings of my little man! I had my “investigative team” taking pictures and reporting what Landon was doing (as if he could do anything but cry and sleep). Do you know “He” had the nerve to make the comment “Dang, cant he go outside and play without you calling? You are going to be over the top when it comes to him…ugh!” Now normally I would have bounced back with a witty, but very nasty comment, however, because my hormones were still all over the place, I had an emotional breakdown and cried like a baby. In my mind, he must have had absolutely no emotions to not be able to understand why I was so absorbed with my child! I’d just had a baby that I cannot hold or see, of course I’m going to call to check on him every 30 seconds. And just when I thought the judgment was over, one of his visitors comes into the room and asks, “La’ Marion, what is his name?” I respond with “Landon”; and hear “Oh yeah, that’s a white boy name!” Huh? I did not know that black and white people own the right to certain names…. please show me that in the handbook! Lord, give me strength before I allow my hormones to “take me there”. When I tell you this support system of mine has my back like no other! They stepped in right on time and continued to keep me uplifted!
I thought that Landon would be our “motivation” to be cordial with each other. I knew that the fat lady had hummed her tune when it came down to rekindling our “relationship” but at least I thought we could actually be cool. But if you want to know the truth (and I know you do because this is ‘TRUTH IS!’), I was still really hurt and upset. The mere presence of “him” made my skin crawl but some way or another I had to move on.
Landon was released from the NICU and I was on cloud nine, because he was so precious - not just because he was MY SON!! The hospital stay had its good days but it threw some challenges my way as well. Landon was diagnosed with jaundice and I was told that he would have to remain at the hospital while I went home. What? Huh! Wait? Leave my baby….. BUT GOD! Landon was release with me! WHEW! I know I am tired of just reliving it!....but the saga continues for the next 5 years.
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