March 10, 2007 started out like any other Saturday. I was 24-and-a-half weeks pregnant with our first child. We never expected the roller coaster ride we were about to take. My placenta had abrupted. My husband and I drove in silence to Sarasota Memorial Hospital. We passed three different hospitals on the way. None of them had a Level 3 Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Knowing that SMH was going to be able to handle almost any needs gave us comfort during the drive that seemed to last a day.
The neonatologist who delivered Jackson told us that he had a 50-50 chance of survival and not to expect him home until his due date. We spent the next 92 days in the NICU at SMH. From the moment we walked through the triage doors to the moment we brought Jackson home, we were treated with the utmost care, respect and empathy. The most important thing, however, was that we were blessed to have a Level 3 NICU in our town. Without it, Jackson may not have survived. Without living close, we wouldn’t have been able to visit as much as we did, giving Jackson every extra boost necessary for language development, social development and physical development. Today, Jackson is 4 years old. He is climbing, running, skipping and playing instruments. Thanks to SMH, Jackson is a happy and healthy boy. sent by Mom Julie Ennis, Speech Therapist.