This was the first day that my mom got to see me. She had to stay at the hospital in Irving, but she wanted to be near me so badly that she did what she had to do to be discharged 36 hours after her c-section. My dad had been able to see me since I was moved to the new hospital and would drive back and forth between mom and me to report any news. When visitors would ask my mom how I was doing she would always say "he's holding his own". Since I am a micro-preemie, the doctors had me on a ventilator and would check my vital signs and run all sorts of tests to make sure that what my mom told visitors was right.
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