{"id":231,"date":"2011-02-04T02:59:28","date_gmt":"2011-02-03T17:59:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.ebinfoworld.com\/?p=231"},"modified":"2012-05-10T06:25:17","modified_gmt":"2012-05-09T21:25:17","slug":"jonathans-smile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.ebinfoworld.com\/?p=231","title":{"rendered":"Jonathan&#8217;s Smile"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Brenda Gionfriddo<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" style=\"margin: 8px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sleepingangel.com\/ebworld\/images\/Jon%20&amp;%20Ashley.jpg\" alt=\"\" align=\"left\" hspace=\"8\" vspace=\"8\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The day was May 11, 1999 I was excited yet scared for what was to come. I was scheduled to go into the Hospital at 7:00 p.m. to be induced. I was two weeks over due and ready. In only five short hours the said &#8221; It&#8217;s a boy&#8221;. I was overjoyed; I already had a wonderful two and a half-year-old little girl and I hoped for a boy this time. Silence in the room and then whispers in the comer shattered my joy. I screamed out &#8216;~what&#8217;s wrong with my baby&#8221;. The doctors asked a few stupid questions and then I got to hold him briefly, he was beautiful I barely got to hold him at all when they took him away to the neonatal ICU.<\/p>\n<p>A couple hours later they wheeled me down to see him. I didn&#8217;t see anything wrong with him; all I saw was a gorgeous baby boy which we named Jonathan. With still no information for my husband or me they brought me back to my room. A doctor came in shortly after that and explained that they believe what Jonathan had is a rare genetic skin disorder called Epidermolysis Bullosa (E.B. for short). The only thing to enter my mind at that moment was fear. Fear of losing him before I ever got a chance to know him.<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" style=\"margin: 8px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sleepingangel.com\/ebworld\/images\/ebjonathan.jpg\" alt=\"\" align=\"right\" hspace=\"8\" vspace=\"8\" \/> No one really answered any of our questions; instead they ask us if it would be okay to transfer him to another hospital that had more knowledge of this disorder. We agreed and I packed up my stuff hopped in my car and was admitted into the same hospital that he was so I could be with him.<\/p>\n<p>After getting settled there a neonatal doctor entered my room with some answers for us. She said in a very blunt and to the point way&#8221; your son will have a really hard life, filled with pain and hardship due to this. He could blister by the slightest touch or trauma to his skin&#8221;. I thought to myself &#8220;Would I ever get to hold or touch my son, and if I can will I hurt him?&#8221;. I was then left alone while family went home. I must have cried for hours sitting by the incubator. I was not able to touch or hold him and tell him it would be all right. This all happened only 12 hours after his birth. I was tired and hurting, but was unable to rest. A specialist entered my room as I tried to relax a little: he told me that he would need to take a biopsy to confirm their suspicions. I then asked, can I ever hold him?&#8221;. To my relief he said, &#8220;Of course you can as soon as I finish&#8221;. I picked him up, looked straight into his eyes and he smiled. At that point my fear turned to joy and I knew no matter what we had to go through in his life we would be all right.<\/p>\n<p>A baby&#8217;s smile can do wonders, but when Jonathan smiles even at times when he is in pain it gives my the strength and courage to face another day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Brenda Gionfriddo The day was May 11, 1999 I was excited yet scared for what was to come. I was scheduled to go into the Hospital at 7:00 p.m. to be induced. I was two weeks over due and ready. In only five short hours the said &#8221; It&#8217;s a boy&#8221;. 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