Thursday, November 1, 2012

They're heeerrre!!!

Our 2nd annual 2013 Hummingbird Foundation preemie calendars are printed and ready and I must say they are absolutely BEAUTIFUL!! Contact us at foundationhummingbird@gmail.com and we'll get you hooked up! More previews to come soon!



October {Gracyn}


 Meet Miss Gracyn! She is our October calendar model! This sweet girl was in the hospital at the same time as Emry...in the same town but different hospitals. She texted and kept me up to date on tornado warnings! HA We grew up with her Momma so we said lots of prayers for this girl! Here is her story, written by her mom, Amanda.

 In August of 2010 we found out we were having our 3rd child. …we were beyond ecstatic!  We immediately started planning and adjusting our lives for a new baby. On October 12, 2010 we went for our 14 week prenatal check-up. My doctor had some free time that evening and asked if I wanted to do an early ultrasound. He thought I was measuring a little big and could have been a few weeks farther along than we thought. So of course we were so excited to see our precious baby on ultrasound earlier than expected! But what was to come following those next few minutes changed our lives forever. He got very quiet and I knew immediately something was wrong. He explained that he saw a large mass growing on our baby’s tummy and he thought we needed to go in for a more detailed ultrasound to confirm. We were scheduled an appointment at UAMS Medical Center in Little Rock that next week. We made the long 3 hour drive down where they confirmed to us that our daughters intestines were growing on the outside of her body. They told us that she was perfectly healthy otherwise but this was a very serious condition that would require immediate surgery following delivery and she would spend weeks to months in Arkansas Children’s Hospital. This news was devastating to our entire family. How were we going to cope? Mentally, physically, financially?? How were we going to raise our other 2 children and live in Little Rock all at the same time?? All these thoughts were running through my mind. Why us God?
                My pregnancy continued as planned and we accepted the fact of what was to come and prepared our lives for our baby to spend her first weeks of life in a hospital 3 hours away from our home. The pregnancy was fairly routine until I reached 35 weeks and they told me I had entirely too much amniotic fluid and she could possibly be born within the week! SCARY!!! Not only will she be born with this condition (which we now knew was called “gastroschesis”), she would be born prematurely! On March 17, 2011 at 36 weeks Gracyn Sloane made her grand entrance into this world. She weighed in at 5 lbs even. It all happened so fast. They wrapped her tiny body in a plastic like bag to protect her intestines and then swaddled her the best they could in a blanket before handing her to me to hold for just a minute before they whisked her away to meet the Angel One helicopter that would fly her over 200 miles away. Of course I could not be released from the hospital until the next day so daddy jumped in his truck and raced away to Little Rock. That was the hardest part to me….being 200 miles away from my newborn daughter. As I lay in my hospital bed all I could think was how scared she was and how I was supposed to be there by her side. She needed her mommy!! Finally a few hours later, Children’s hospital called my room and let me know she landed safely in Little Rock and was all settled in the NICU. I had to give verbal permission over the phone to allow them to perform her first surgery. That was a terrifying thought! Just a few hours after her arrival, Gracyn had her first of 3 surgeries. It consisted of sewing a “silo” bag around the opening in her tummy and placing her intestines in this bag. Their plan was to allow gravity to do its job and the intestines would return inside the body without any force. When I arrived at children’s hospital 20 hours later I got to see Gracyn for the first time since she had left my arms. She was hooked up to every machine and cord you could possibly think of. I COMPLETELY LOST IT!!! I couldn’t stop crying. Daddy had already been there with her and had tried to prepare me for what I was about to see. There is no preparing for something like that. It was the most difficult thing I have ever faced…….





                “So, she’s here now, what is our plan doc?”  They explained to us that Gracyn would lie flat on her back and their hope was that her intestines would return to her body like planned and they would sew her up and we would just wait for them to start working correctly. And that if all went as planned she would go home in a few weeks. On March 24th (one week old) her intestines had returned inside her body and they took her back for her 2nd surgery. They sewed her up and we prayed for success. “Within the week she should start stooling and be on the road to recovery and be home in no time.” Those were such encouraging words to us. Well, weeks went by…..still no stools. We prayed every day for POOP! That’s all I could say was “God please let there be poop today!” After 6 long weeks of waiting and still no poop, they took her back for an x-ray. They shot some sort of dye through her intestines and we found out that there was some blockage and she would require another surgery. Those words were like a knife to our hearts. All I could think was this isn’t supposed to be happening to her. Why?? I remember feeling jealousy towards another family who had a baby there with the exact same condition. She arrived a week after Gracyn and was already home at this point. I was so frustrated, exhausted, stress and scared. We were so ready to be home at this point. We had been juggling our family life with our other 2 children. My fiancĂ©e still had to work during the week and they had to go to school. But thankfully my mother was able to be off work and spend the entire time with me down there. Tim and the kids would come down on the weekends and we tried to make it as normal as possible for them. But it took a toll on our entire family.  6 weeks away from my other babies was heart wrenching. I felt like I had abandoned my children. I know that sounds crazy, but I just felt so helpless. We continued to pray. There was a chance this surgery wouldn’t work and she could possibly face some very serious challenges ahead.





                On May 5, 2011 at 7 weeks old Gracyn had her FINAL surgery!!! They cut her open, pulled her entire small intestines out, snipped the bad part out and sewed the ends back together. And BAM…..2 days later we had POOP!!! I have never been so happy to open up a diaper and see that! 2 weeks later on May 19 we rolled her down the halls of Children’s Hospital in a little red wagon. Hands down the happiest day of our lives!!! We loaded her up in our truck and headed back to Fayetteville. HOME!!!!



                Gracyn is now 19 months old and we haven’t looked back once. She hasn’t faced any problems from this. She is the picture of perfect health and you would never know she was a preemie or had 3 surgeries…unless you look at her tummy, which is beautifully scarred ; ) She eats constantly, talks your ear off and has a smile that will light up the room. She is the boss at our house and has every right to be. God has truly blessed us with our little miracle baby. The road was a long one and was the most challenging experience of our lives….. but worth every single minute.



Sunday, September 16, 2012

September {Emma}

Meet Miss Emma! Our September model in our Hummingbird Calendar!




Emma Kinley was an unexpected gift. She was supposed to have made her grand entrance into this world on June 3, 2010. I began having complications, Preeclampsia and HELLP Syndrome which sent us to UAMS in Little Rock. The doctors thought that they would have to deliver Emma that night but surprisingly they were able to hold off. 
We were given the series of shots to mature Emma’s lungs at a faster rate so that maybe she wouldn’t have more complications than what were already expected. The doctors told us we’d be lucky to get two or three days extra with the shot. I was at 24 weeks and we desperately wanted to hit 25 weeks. We were told a baby had better chances at 25 or more weeks. We did it. We managed to get five days. At exactly 25 weeks, February 20, 2010 Emma, our unexpected gift had arrived. 

The room was cold and sterile. I remember the doctor coming in and looking me straight in the eye and asking me, “You do want us to revive her, do all that is possible?” This was not my first delivery but it was the first time I had been asked that question. I looked at him for a second, only because of fear of the question and answered, “yes”. I realized then I had no control over the fate of this human being. It was a helpless feeling. We knew she was going to be very small, we were looking at a little over a pound. She was 10 ¾ inches long and 13 oz. Yes, we had to ask again..not sure we heard that right. Two days after Emma was born the doctors discovered that she had a congential heart defect. She was born with Double Outlet Right Ventricle (DORV). There are so many obstacles for premature babies to have to overcome. Amazingly, Emma never had a brain bleed which occurs often with premies. Emma spent 56 days on a ventilator. Because she was on the ventilator for more than 28 days she was diagnosed with chronic lung disease. What does that mean? She could have asthma later in life, she may get sick a little easier than other children. Okay, we can live with that at this point. The goal was to get Emma to ten pounds before having to do her heart surgery.

 The first week of June 2010 Emma was transferred to Arkansas Children’s Hospital. She needed to be there for her heart surgery and Emma’s saturations (breathing) was not holding at a number they were comfortable with. The day came, September 2, 2010 Emma was eight pounds and taken into surgery. She came out of surgery only to be taken back because she was bleeding and the doctors couldn’t get it to stop. A few more minutes the surgeon comes out and says she’s okay, the bleeding resolved itself, they would not have to go back in. Of all the days with Emma, I believe this day was the hardest. I will never forget the way she looked right after the surgery. All the tubes coming out her and thinking if I could only take her place. Emma recovered beautifully from her heart surgery and had no other complications. Her next hurdle was feeding issues and growing. She had some reflux issues and was tube fed for a while but as with everything Emma conquered that as well. On October 16, 2010 Emma was going home. Her first venture out into the world around people, fresh air since the day she was born. I worried over so many things throughout Emma’s journey and one of those was that she and I didn’t get to bond like my other children. I didn’t get to hold or really touch her until about three or four months after she was born. I afraid this would have some effect on her. Emma is 2 ½ now and she is just as close to me as my other children are. She’s still little but to look at her today you’d never know the road that she traveled to get where she is today. She shows no signs of developmental delays, she’s a chatter box, she runs, draws on everything, sassy and yes, is going through the “terrible two’s”. To this day she is fearless and shows great determination in everything. The best advice I can give? Some days you’ll have to take day by day and some minute by minute. Listen to your intutition and feel with your heart.


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

August {Taylor}


Meet Miss Taylor! She is our August model for our Hummingbird Calendar. It makes me feel SO incredibly old and sad that she and her siblings are as old as they are now! I had the honor of being their babysitter for many years and I remember the first time I met Taylor and how incredible it was to see a true miracle for myself!! The first time she ever rode in my car was just for a few miles and she rode in a little Tupperware type tub and had all this stuff in there with her. I remember being scared half to death because I was driving around a little miracle! Ha We are so proud of this girl! Here's her story written by her Momma, Dorinda. -Jamie ;)




Taylor Danielle 
February 13, 1999

On February 11, I went in for a regular OB appointment at 28 weeks gestation.  I was told I had gained 14 lbs in one week.  The nurses and doctor were very concerned, but did mention that would not be abnormal if I were carrying twins.  All my husband and I heard was the word "twins" and got very excited!  They asked me to come back the next day for an ultra-sound and another checkup.  

The radiology technician was only seconds into the ultrasound on February 12, when she said she needed to speak with the doctor.  When our OB came in, he looked at the screen, and instead of hearing "twins" like we were hoping, we heard scary words like, "serious condition", "transporting you to hospital,  baby is critical".

To make a long story short, the next day we drove the winding roads from northwest Arkansas to Little Rock to a maternal/fetal specialist to hear the most devastating words yet.  "Your baby will NOT survive birth."  

Taylor had a massive amount of fluid in her abdomen which had crowded her heart, lungs and internal organs during development.  During the specialized ultrasound, they found a sizable tumor in the fluid.

The maternal/fetal specialist came in the room and told us that with all the complications she had in the womb that it would be up to us to decide if we wanted to do special testing through the umbilical cord to see what was causing the fluid.  The testing would take up to four weeks for the results and by that time, our precious baby would die from the crowding of the fluid.  Our other option would be to induce labor.  He said that there was no way she would or could survive outside of the womb.  Her heart and lungs were not strong enough and there was just too much fluid and her body was continually producing more. 

We prayed and felt we should go ahead and let them induce.  

On February 13, when I woke up, instead of having to be induced, I was already in labor.  That was my miracle number one.  From there we saw miracle after miracle.  The doctors did not expect Taylor to survive birth, because no other baby had with her circumstances.  When she did, they weren't quite sure what to do with her.  They began to call other children's hospitals around the country.  No one knew what to do with the tumor or the fluid in the abdomen.  They decided to drain the fluid to relieve her heart and lungs.  
  

Taylor weighed 3lbs and 2 oz at birth.  After they drained all of the fluid, she only weighed around 2 lbs.  She seemed so tiny but at 29 weeks, she was one of the biggest babies in the NICU.  There were many miracles, but one of the most significant was the tumor disappeared when the fluid was drained.  

Her lungs, which were abnormally small at birth because of the fluid pressure during gestational formation, grew overnight.  We only know this because a neonatal specialist came out excitedly one day to tell us she was ordering new x-rays.  She asked us to keep praying because God was doing something amazing in Taylor's life and body and the doctor's had nothing to do with it.  

We went from a doctor's report saying Taylor would not live, to them expecting her to stay in the hospital for  3 to 6 months, to us walking out with her in 4 weeks.  

I have to add, there hundreds of people praying constantly for Taylor!  The day she was born, people met at our church and interceded for her healing.  God was faithful because HE has a plan for her life.  We had to decide that even if He did not heal her, we would serve Him and praise Him anyway.  He is sovereign and is faithful.

Today, Taylor is 13.  She plays softball and basketball and has a B average in school.  She is a sweetheart of a girl who loves Jesus and others.  

Taylor is creative and hopes to one day invent ways to spread the gospel of Jesus Christ to the nations or be a teacher!  

We give God ALL of the praise and glory for His marvelous healing power in her life.  

Sunday, July 1, 2012

July {Brennen}


Meet Brennen!
He is our sweet model for the month of July in our Hummingbird Calendars! 



Brennen Michael was born March 26, 2011; he was due June 27, 2011. On March 22, at midnight, I had sharp pains in my side so I got up out of bed and walked around a little bit to see if the pain would go away, it didn’t. So, I decided to go to the restroom and then try to go back to sleep. When I went to the restroom my water broke. I was in such shock I started crying, pretty much in total denial of what was really going on. “My water could not have broken. I am only 26 weeks pregnant!” I thought.

Colin, my husband, woke up because I was crying so hard. I told him a lot of water just came out and I don’t know if it is urine or not, so we went to the ER. After we got there, the nurses took measures to stop my labor. The doctor said that my water had broken due to PROM (Premature Rupture of Membranes). The doctor informed us that their hospital was not capable of caring for babies born before 28 weeks so Angel One (Arkansas Children’s Hospital’s Helicopter) was coming to airlift me to UAMS in Little Rock.

Completely overwhelmed by this whole situation, I cried out: “This is a nightmare!” I have never known anyone to have a premature baby. Until this point, my pregnancy was going perfect. I was doing all of the right things. I had no illnesses and no problems whatsoever! Why is this happening?

I arrive in Little Rock and get situated. The doctor tells me that my labor has stopped, but I will still continue to leak amniotic fluid until the baby is born. However, the good news is that I will continue to make more fluid. If everything had gone as planned, I would have stayed there and delivered at 34 weeks. The Neonatologists wanted to keep the baby in as long as possible. So, I get situated in a room and everything is going fine. I was told by one of the nurses that if you make it past 48 hours, then you should make it to 34 weeks.

On day number 4, I woke up and went to the restroom and noticed that I was bleeding a little bit. I called the nurse to let them know I was bleeding and she called the doctor to come and check me. When the doctor checked me, she discovered that I was 6 cm dilated and I was having Umbilical cord prolapse. Umbilical cord prolapse is where the umbilical cord enters the vaginal canal before the fetus. This is very rare, but is a risk factor for people who have PROM, and can pose a serious danger for the baby.

The doctor tells me that I am going to have an emergency c-section right now. At UAMS, the doctors and nurses have special radio devices called Voceras that they use to communicate with each other. Several nurses were called by Vocera into the room and they wheeled me off to surgery. The doctor had to ride on the hospital bed with me and hold Brennen’s umbilical cord and foot in so that the cord would not be flatted in the vaginal canal, potentially causing brain damage or death.

            At 26 weeks, 6 days, via emergency c-section, our tiny miracle child was born. Brennen Michael Furrow was born March 26, 2011, 7:41am, 2lbs. 2oz. 14 inches long. Brennen was a fighter from the beginning. He cried when the doctor delivered him. He was only on the ventilator for 45min- 1hour after he was born. Brennen had what the doctors called a “boring NICU stay”. I attribute a lot of his health and strength to the grace of God, prayer, and breast milk.

Brennen at a few hours old


The first time I got to hold him he was three days old. I remember being nervous because he was so small and there were so many wires. One of the hardest things for me was asking to touch or hold my baby. He was allowed to have Kangaroo Care for an hour every day and I definitely took advantage of that. Kangaroo Care is where the baby has skin to skin snuggle time with mommy or daddy. Studies have shown that premature babies tend to develop better when they have Kangaroo Care, if they are allowed to be held.

Kangaroo Care with Mommy


UAMS was a fantastic hospital with excellent doctors and nurses. Colin and I were always very included on all of the discussions on Brennen’s care and health. I always got to change his diaper and help with his baths. There were always good and bad days with the bradycardia events (bradys) and desaturations in oxygen (desats). We only had one “major” hiccup in regards to desaturation in oxygen. Brennen was having excessive desats and had to be on a CPAP machine (continuous positive airway pressure) for a few days. I was told that it was a like a nasal cannula but it had longer nasal prongs with pressurized air to help him breathe and get the oxygen he needed.

At 7 weeks old (33 weeks gestation) Brennen was able to move into an open air crib and they took away the nasal cannula. He was doing wonderful, so we were moved to the Stork’s Nest which is the step down unit at UAMS for babies who are learning to eat and getting ready to go home. We had another set back after being there for only 2 days. Brennen started having excessive desats and he had to go back on the nasal cannula. He was moved back to the more critical care area of the NICU for 2 more weeks so he could have more attention from the nurses.


Kangaroo Care with Daddy

In those 2 weeks Brennen regained strength and we were able to move back to the Stork’s Nest and begin breastfeeding. I was bound and determined to nurse him so I worked very hard with the nurses and lactation consultants to help him learn to nurse. While in the Stork’s Nest, Brennen prospered, grew, and got stronger every day! I was able to hold him whenever I wanted, change his clothes, and do all of his care like a mother should be able to do.

Bath time with Brennen
After 84 days in the NICU, on June 18, 2011 we were able to bring home our 6lb. 11oz, healthy baby boy! Brennen is such a wonderful, beautiful, and smart child. Colin and I are so blessed to be his parents and he brings joy and a smile to everyone he meets. I want to take a special moment to also thank God for my sweet friend, Holly Walker. We were next door neighbors in the critical care wing and in the step down wing of the NICU. Holly and I met through a mutual friend just a couple of weeks before both Brennen and Emry were born (5 days apart) at UAMS. I am positive God allowed us to meet before our kids were born so we would have each other in one of the most difficult times in our lives. I still thank God all of the time for our friendship.

Thank you for allowing our family to be part of such a wonderful organization. We hope and pray that the Hummingbird Foundation is able reach out and are a blessing to many families for years to come. All in the name of Jesus!

Brennen's Mommy, Rachel

Friday, June 1, 2012

June {Marley}

Meet Marley! 
She is our June model in our 2012 
Hummingbird Calendars!

Monday, May 28, 2012

Mother's Day in the NICU

When Emry was in the NICU at UAMS in Little Rock, I can distinctly remember my sister telling me that even though we were all together with our kids and our Mom having fun at the Little Rock Zoo, it was SO hard because Emry was alone at the hospital and she felt torn between wanting to be out having fun with Alli and wanting to be at the hospital with Emry. It was a hard day for her.

Knowing the difficulties that preemie moms go through, Hummingbird Foundation wanted to bring a smile to these sweet mommies who were facing the same challenges and pain that Holly went through last year.

We were honored to be able to make and deliver Mother's Day baskets to our local NICU at Willow Creek Women's Hospital. We had some great sponsors who donated items to go along with some things that Hummingbird Foundation was able to purchase. We hope this small gift brought a ray of sunshine to all of these special moms who most definitely deserved a special day!










May {Malory}

Meet Malory! She is our May model in our Hummingbird calendar!




When we started talking about expanding our family, we thought it was going to be so easy because all the people around us didn’t have trouble at all.  When it was all said and done, it took 2 long years and 3 rounds of infertility drugs but in August of 2002 we found out our dream had come true.  Right before the first of the year, we found out that we were having a daughter.  Of course my mind went crazy.  What was I going to do with a daughter, I was a tomboy.  How in the world do you do “girl” hair, I had absolutely no idea.  My mom calmed my fears by telling me that God had a plan for this special little girl. 

I was having a great pregnancy, my sisters-in-law were even upset because they had morning sickness and I was just sailing along.  One morning while sitting at my desk at work, I felt these pains in my stomach so I called and was told I was just growing and expanding because that is what happens when you are pregnant.  Little did I know that later that night I would be making my first trip of many to the hospital.  I was in panic mode because I was a mere 24 weeks pregnant.  I was told I was 2 cm dilated so immediate bed rest it was.  One of my many trips to the hospital included an immediate cerclage because I was dilated 3 cm and she was head down and wanting to make her appearance.  In all I was at the hospital 5 times with the last time being the day that “Our Miracle” was born.  On February 19, 2003, we headed to the hospital and was immediately given a steroid shot for her lungs and put on magnesium to stop the contractions.  After lying in bed most of the day waiting to get another steroid shot, I started bleeding and passed out.  I was immediately rushed to the operating room for an emergency c - section.  I was later told that I had had a placental abruption. 

Malory Elizabeth was born at 6:03 pm weighing 2 pounds 13 ounces and was 15 ¾ inches long.  I was 27 weeks and 5 days into my pregnancy.  I don’t remember much about the day after that as I was in and out.  I was later told that Malory did cry and that everything looked good.  I caught a brief glimpse of my daughter before she was transferred to Northwest Medical Center NICU.  She was put on a ventilator, given an iv, and hooked up to many more tubes.  Her skin was transparent, her eyes still fused, a head the size of an apple, and a feisty attitude.  After getting discharged from the hospital 3 days later, I got to see my daughter for the first time.  I wasn’t prepared for the emotions that all of a sudden hit me as I was washing my hands like a surgeon.  I couldn’t stop crying as Nurse Kay explained to us what was going on.  To this day, I still don’t remember what she said because I was in complete shock at this tiny baby that God made special for me.  So began the endless phone calls and visits to check on our baby.  When she was 5 days old she came off the ventilator and we were jumping for joy because we expected her to be on the vent for a while.  Of course, in the back of your mind your remembering not to get too excited because as they say 1 step forward and 2 steps back. 

On February 25th, we were so excited to see her and hold her because we hadn’t got the opportunity to hold her.  As soon as we walk in, we knew something was wrong.  Nurse Kay told us that Malory’s PDA has not closed and they can’t give her anymore medicine and that she needed surgery.  I frantically call the grandparents to get them to the hospital because here we are first time parents and we honestly don’t know what is going on.  As we sat in the meeting with the surgeon, all I could think was I haven’t even held her yet surely God won’t take her from us yet.  I wasn’t really paying attention until the surgeon said “Boy I sure hope I clamp the right one”.  I was so scared, but Nurse Kay took me by the hand and took me to hold my daughter for the first time.  Malory came through surgery great.  She was off the ventilator the next day and back to being feisty. 


The nurses nicknamed her “Jane Fonda” because she liked to work out her legs and kick the plastic off her bed.  She progressed well after the surgery, but in the back of my mind I’m wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.  Sure enough we got word that Malory wasn’t digesting her food so she had to be continuously feed.  Then the other shoe fell, she developed an infection but they had no idea where.  She was given a picc line and started on high powered antibiotics.  Once she was over that she was taken off the c-pap machine and given a nasal cannula.  I was able to hold her often and just loved getting to do Kangaroo care with her.  She was growing and thriving and we were thrilled.  One of the only other issues was that she developed a MRSA infection in one of her eyes.  I started thinking that maybe she would be home sooner than they thought.  She kept the nurses entertained all the time.  The nurses didn’t like having to give Malory a “silver bullet” because she didn’t like them and tended to poop all over the nurses when they came near her.  She didn’t want to give up her nasal cannula even though it was out of her nose 95% of the time because she kept pulling it out. 


My birthday was April 15th, and I received the best birthday present ever, Malory was going to be coming home in 2 days.  I was so excited then I started panicking because her room wasn’t finished and I hadn’t even figured out what I was going to bring her home in.  Rooming in the night before was scary.  Yes, we were right across the hall from the NICU but she was still little.  We made it through the night, only to get another blow as we are getting ready to go home.  They were checking her out to discharge her and they wanted to know if December was ok to go to Children’s in Little Rock to get her heart checked out.  We were confused and then they dropped the bomb, Malory had another hole in her heart which was an ASD (Atrial Septal Defect).  They assured us that she was ok and that she needed a follow up.  So on April 17, 2003, we headed home with our 5 pound 8 ounce baby girl after 58 days in the NICU, a full month before her due date. 


Malory didn’t have many problems.  Her ASD did resolve itself so that was a blessing.  She didn’t have a major illness until her first birthday when she got the rotovirus.  When Malory was 3 years old, she started getting sick quite often.  Every time we went to the ER we were told she had asthma.  By the time she was 4 years old, she had missed months of preschool.  We decided to see a pulmonologist to find out what was going on.  The doctor wouldn’t test her for asthma because she was too young.  We showed her all the x-rays and were shocked to learn that they had misdiagnosed her.  She in fact had pneumonia 6 times that we know of.  We went to Little Rock for all kinds of tests (cystic fibrosis, tested the cilia in her lungs, and tested her swallow) and they also took out her adenoids.  Everything came back fine.  So then we had her immune system tested and sure enough we found the culprit.  Malory had to be re-immunized and she has been as good as new since.  She has been diagnosed with asthma and also has life-threatening allergies but otherwise is healthy.  She is still a feisty little toot and rarely sits still.  She loves playing soccer, basketball, and softball.  She is really active and she will ask every once in a while to tell her the story of her birth.  I have to carry a picture of her in my purse because no one believes that she was a preemie.  She has been an absolute blessing. 


After having her, I reached out to others that had preemies in any way I can.  It was quite ironic because my sister-in-law had preemie boys when Malory was 11 ½ months old.  We have been so lucky.  I admit I did put her in a plastic bubble for the first year of her life but after that life has one big party.  I thank God every day for blessing our family with this miracle.   

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Our first blood drive!

We are SO excited that we are getting the opportunity to partner up with the American Red Cross and have our first ever blood drive! Not only will people have the chance to help save lives, we will have fun games and activities for all families, including face painting, coloring contests, cake walks, raffles, etc! OH, and did we mention we would be serving food?? What a great way to spend a Saturday- saving lives and having fun! Please contact us at thehummingbirdfoundation@gmail.com with any questions or if you would like to help or donate to this event! Thanks in advance for all that you will do!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

March {Emry}


Meet little Miss Hummingbird herself, Emry! She is our March calendar model and today just happens to be her FIRST birthday! Emry, you are amazing! God reached in and held you and kept you safe when every doctor said you wouldn't be ok. You are a miracle and we know that for the rest of your long life, your little light will shine!



I will apologize ahead of time for the length of this video! ha! My plan was to make it short and sweet but once I got rolling I couldn't stop! 
So here it is... Little miss Emry's story.... (well the beginning anyway) :) 
I can't wait to see the amazing little girl she is going to grow up to be!