So, a little of the history of what we’ve gone through the past two and a half years...
My husband and I started trying to have a baby about 2 1/2 years ago. We’ve become pregnant 4 times, before our baby boy, and they have all ended in tragedy for one reason or another. So the last time we agreed to try we became pregnant with our baby boy, Maxston. Pregnancy went very well until last Wednesday when my water broke randomly and I went into labor at 32 weeks along. He came Friday and we’re over joyed he is here.
The reason I’m attempting to reach out for help, is because we are in desperate need for help for gas to be able to get to and from the hospital he is at which is about an hour away everyday. He is to be in the NICU for at least 4 weeks up to whenever he is strong enough to survive with no help.
Ive tried to apply for the Ronald McDonald House to be by his side but have had no luck. As well as, I have a school aged daughter that has to go to school everyday so I’m having to commute back and forth everyday for her as well.
This is has become one of my most challenging times in my life having to see him this way and having to leave him there and not bring him home like we desperately want to and it’s coming down to us not being able to go see him but maybe twice a week if that now and it’s making it harder and harder to know I can’t see him everyday like a mommy should.
Everyday he survives, he is one step closer to coming home and I don’t want to miss even one day of his life, especially not knowing what his outcome maybe tomorrow.