Seven Months Later.
Picking back up at the hospital after the doctor tested my lungs as a newborn after being revived for the third time and it being a success, my mother and father chose to name me Haley Nicole George I changed the spelling not legally but I don't like the way my name was spelled, but that's not really important. I was cleaned up and placed in the NICU, which is a ICU unit for babies due to me being premature babies my parents wasn't allowed to hold me for a few days and when they did they had to cover their clothing with scrubs, gloves and masks and was their hands before and after holding me. My mother got to come home before I did but, when I did everyone was just happy and glad that I was healthy. I was so tiny that my head could fit in the palm of your hand and my legs would lay on your arm. I was fragile to them a precious gift that they could've lost in a matter of seconds but God saw fit that I lived because I have a purpose. Fast Foward just seven months after birth I stayed at my dads parents a lot then because my mother worked at Riverview Nursing Home in my small town located in the Appalachian Mountains Prestonsburg, Kentucky taking care of older folks on a daily basis changing bed pans, bathing patients, turning the ones over who were bed fastened and so on, my father worked nights as a heavy-equipment operator on a strip job. I was at home with my grandmother my dads mother Charlotte across Cow Creek Moutain in a little place we like to call Buffalo or in slang terms "the boonies." or the Country. When my grandmother was playing with me and sat me up on the couch and that's when she knew something was wrong because I just fell over. She did it again and the same thing happened, that's when she called the doctor and told his nurse Sharon that something was wrong and she was bringing me in. She then called my parents and told them she was taking me to the doctor because something was wrong and she'd let them know what the doctor had to say. So she got dressed called my grandfather at work and told him the same thing, she got me dressed and we headed to the doctor. While she tended to my needs she waited on doctor Mohammed Mo to come in, after a few minutes of waiting he finally knocks on the exam room door and enters. He then proceeds to say, well hello there, how are you?" she proceeds to tell him she is fine but her baby girl is not and she tells him what's wrong he says "aw grandparents just worry she'll be fine", she assures him that I'm not fine with a worried look and she told him what happened when she sat me up and she told him that all seven month old children could sit up on their own and he thought it was just late development until he picked me up out of my car seat. He then proceeds to sit me up on the exam table up against the wall and I just fall over. He looks at her with a very worried look after doing the same process a second time and says "you're right, this isn't late developememt this is serious." My grandmother proceeds to ask him what was wrong he says, "I want to do further testing and a brain scan she may have Cerebral Palsy", my grandmother then asks him what Cerebral Palsy is and he explains that Cerebral Palsy is a disability where there is brain damage due to lack of oxygen to the brain and I'll need to see a specialist to confirm the proper diagnosis but he was almost 100% of it. After my parents came home from work my grandmother explained what the doctor had said and as if my parents weren't scared enough because of what happened seven months prior when I was born they had another worry and scare on their hands and got ready for my upcoming scheduled appointment at Shriners Hospital for Children and University of Kentucky hospital in Lexington, Kentucky. Weeks later on my scheduled appointments day after an hour and fourty-five minutes we make it to the first doctors appointment. Sitting in the waiting room my grandmother, mother, and father wait my mother fills out new patient paperwork. After a few minutes of waiting the lead them back to the exam room a nurse comes in and ask questions and family history questions, after finishing she walks toward the door and says "the doctor will be in shortly", and closes the door quietly behind her. Just a few minutes pass and the doctor comes in introduces himself and proceeds to set me up on the examination table just like my pediatrician had did a few weeks before, and just like before I fell over. He explains and confirms that I do in fact have Cerebral Palsy, because he reviewed the test results that my pedtrician's office had faxed to him but he wasn't sure what type because I was so young. Once again my parents were struck with worry and devastation as he also explains that I could possibly have one of the types that children have where the can't talk or walk at all and that I may never be able to walk or talk but, I will need further testing to be conducted at the next hospital. So my appointment ended time to go to the next hospital. After a few minutes in the car, we then arrive at the hospital, after all paperwork is filled out and my parents wait with me in the waiting room we're in the examination room finally and the doctor comes in. He introduces himself politely just like the other doctor had at the hospital before. and explains that they want to do some test after being prepped for test, the test was conducted. Just a few weeks later after we were home my parents still struck with worry but found ways to ease the worry. I went back to the doctor my test results showed that I have Spastic Diplegia Cerebral Palsy affecting the lower extremities of the human body and is manifested as hypertonia and spasticity. It wouldn't affect my speech and I would probably be able to walk with the assistance of a walker, and today I don't have any speech problems and I am able to successfully walk with a walker.