Time Sure Does Fly!!

Well, I can't believe it's been so long since I posted here on Blogger. Our whole life changed on October 23, 2009 and we haven't looked back since.
I entered the ER on 10/23/09 and was admitted immediately due to the critical nature of my illness. I was 23 weeks at the time and was experiencing some crazy cold symptoms. After having several coughing attacks in which I couldn't catch my breath, we decided to go to the emergency fearing the safety of our son. When I arrived I was brought back immediately b/c of my pregnancy and after assessing me and putting an oxygen probe on me, it was determined that my oxygenation levels were critical at only 64%. I was rushed into triage, had 9 IV's inserted into me, and was put on an BiPaP oxygen mask. I failed every test that they gave me and the decision to intubate me and put me on a ventilator was made. We would later find out that I had the Swine Flu, Pneumonia, Accute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, Bronchitis and later went into renal failure. Essentially, I was dying. I only remember counting backwards from 10, I got to 6 and woke up almost 2 months later. I was in a coma for 6 weeks and they almost lost me on 4 separate occasions, they kept the baby in for as long as they could and as I started improving, he started declining. I was rushed into emergency c-section while still unconscious and my son Noah Matthew was born at 30 weeks gestation on 12/7/09, Pearl Harbor Day! He weighed 2lbs 8oz and was 15 inches long.
So, in essence, I consider our story a miracle. I was blessed with wonderful doctors, respiratory therapists and nurses at Sharp Memorial Hospital and great nurses in the Mary Birch Hospital NICU for Noah. I literally owe them mine and my son's life!
Aside from some nerve damage I sustained from a DVT (blood clot) from a vein catheter in my right leg, the only thing I have to worry about is doing some physical therapy so I can get some feeling back in my leg/foot and hopefully walk normal again. I was using a foot brace to help me walk and avoid tripping on my dropped foot but I have since begun walking without it and am doing great! I was a huge golfer before this (captain of the women's golf team at SDSU) and my goal is to play and walk 18 holes again. And of course, run after my son!
Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers, I know that because of them and by the grace of God me and my son are both here today. Praise the Lord!!