My Super Happy, dancing, always hungry baby.

My Noah is the happiest 2 year old in the world. He has to be, he is lucky to be alive and he knows it. He doesn't take anything for granted. My pregnancy with Noah was a rough one. He and I survived THE SWINE FLU where at the time, pregnant women and their unborn child were dying. I even got a a priest sent to my room for my last confession and blessings. I was a goner. I had my sister, Aura crying by my bedside when I told her there were people by me touching my arm and their hands were cold. I was hallucinating due to fever being over 103.5. My poor Aura thought that it was angels coming to get me (I hope when they do come for me, their hands will be warm and that their cold hands is not an indication of me going to hell). I was in and out of conciousness and one time I woke up with my face wet and Fabio's face was on top of mine. He was crying, poor guy, he thought he would be a widow raising a child or possible two on his own. The doctors kept telling me (when I was awake) that if I started getting contractions, they would have to take Noah out and he would not survive, I was only 5 months. My room was quarantined. Only Fabio, Aura and the doctors and nurses were allowed in and they had to wear masks and were covered from head to toe. It was awful but most of all it was scary. Odds were against us but Noah held on. He fought like hell and he made it. I knew I had a fighter in my hands. The thing that was even scarier was that if I died, my Noah would probably die with me and I would not get to see Lucas again. He was not allowed to come to the hospital due to my condition and he only being 3 years old at the time. I had to fight to live for all three of my men. We survived. Two weeks before my due date, I fell and broke my tail bone. Noah survived that too. I kept working until about two days before my due date when I went into labor. My tail bone had healed but broke again due to my pushing during labor. The Epidural did not work after two attempts were made. I had Noah naturally and painfully. It was awful, I was choking Fabio at one point and the nurses had to physically removed me from him. He survived too. I cleared out the maternity ward with my screams (the next day, the nurses were talking about that loud woman screaming in the maternity ward, I just pretended to be sleeping). What I really wanted to do is smacked them and say "you try having a baby without any drugs and a broken tail bone". I screamed so loud that I think the whole town of Smithtown heard me. I was pleading for them to just cut him out, it was so painful that I wanted to just be knocked out and let them do the rest. I did not experience this with Lucas, sure it was painful and hard to push him out but it was doable and tolerable enough that I decided to once again get pregnant again and do it all over. I had always heard that the second baby comes out easily but not Noah, it was like he wanted to stay in, or I just didn't want to let him go. I think he probably wanted to come out since being inside me had not been so easy. This is why he is thankfull to be alive and loves life. Noah is always smiling, politely says hi to everyone, even to the little worm in the garden. He finds rhythm in everything, from the music coming from the television to the ring of my cell phone, he stops whatever he is doing and starts dancing. Due to him, we now have at least half an hour of dancing at our house. We shut the television off, turn off the phones and crank up the music and we dance, all four of us, bust the move with our dancing king. He makes us love life and be happy that we are in it. The world is an open buffet for Noah, he eats everything at every second of the day. I can't go shopping with him because he wants to eat everything right then and there. Lucas was never a good eater but Noah is making up for it. We are so use to fighting with Lucas to eat that with Noah we are not fast enough in providing food for him. I feed him before going out anywhere but still take about 5 to 6 snacks for him just in case, he goes through all of them and wants more (even when we are out only for an hour). If we need to bribe him with anything such as going to the doctor, an apple or grapes will do the trick. Noah loves food an in particular fruit, it isn't odd for him to have an apple, grapes, blueberries, at least 4 bananas and at least two oranges a day. Yes, the boy loves fruit and could live on only fruit. Noah, believes in sharing. If we go anywhere, and someone is eating anything and he has nothing in his mouth, he will fight to get to that food near him and take it nicely after saying hello of course. Noah loves food so much that he has no problem in expressing how he feels when he is eating, he humms while is eating and dancing if the tastes is that good. He is so loud at restaurants that everyone turns around to see us, we are use to it by now, thank goodness he is cute. Noah loves to read as well, he will sit in the rocking chair with books and read them, of course he can't read but he does go through each page, turns the page and makes up his own story with the characters in the books. He does this for at least 45 minutes. No book is uninteresting to him. As you can see, my Noah is really a happy boy. When ever I am feeling tired or sad or down, this little sunshine picks me right up with those rays of smile. He was meant to be here and he knows it.