On the late evening of January 30th,i was only 7 months along when,the pain got to be to much to bare. The doctor said it didnt sound like things were good.Flying 90 mph or better,we rushed to the hospital. After getting hooked up to every monitor possible,andbeing elvaluated for just a few short minutes,the door to my room come open,and nurse after nurse,after nurse walked in. The next thing i know my bed started moving and they were turnig me from side to side,and adjusting the monitors everyway possible.The monitors were going crazy. i realized something really serious was happening so i asked,"Whats going on?"The nurses said we're taking you to the O R. They couldnt find my babies heart beat, My heart sank deep into my gut and i knew this had just went from being braxton hicks contractions, to immediately being the birth of my son. After quickly getting themselves,and me prepped,the doctor got me all numbed and began cutting. I could feel movement but nothing else. Then after a few short minutes i could here...whispers from right across the room.They were saying one,two,three, one,two,three over and over again. I asked the doctor to talk to me, and walk me threw what he was doing. He told me he was putting things back in place so he could sow me up.Thats the instant i realized i didnt hear my baby crying.I needed to see him or hear him or for someone to just tell me he was ok. My sons father was standing next to me. When looked at me i could see the tears in his eyes as he said:He's blue,he's not breathing,and their working on him. Afer what seemed to be FOREVER,they were able to get him breathing and brought him over for me to see.I couldnt hold him they said,for he was to fragile. They took him straight to nicu,and got me put in my room.After a day of not being able to move,and still not being able to hold my baby, I pushed threw the pain to get myself up to be able to go to the nicu. I couldnt wait any longer,i had to see and make sure my baby was ok. He was slowly but surely making progress,getting better day by day.I eventually had to be discharged,and of course be home to take care of my other children too. After three very long weeks we were finally able to take "moma's little miracle" home.