You may be wondering why there's a picture of me (Cathy) and an elderly gentleman. Well, Corben's birth story really starts about 6 weeks prior to his birth. I remember getting to work and receiving a phone call that our precious Grandpa had a massive stroke. I immediately organized with family, travel plans. I lived only about 2 hours from my grandparents (in Florida), but most of my family lived in Northern Ohio. I lived closest to the airport so I would stay behind, work through the day, and pick up my mom, aunt and cousin who were flying in the next day. Being that Christina was over 35 weeks pregnant she was advised not to travel from Georgia. The next day I decided to Facetime with her. I'll never forget that when my Grandpa heard her voice he consciously turned, tube down his throat, to see her.
It's a memory that still brings tears to my eyes.
It was obviously a very hard couple of days, but my family decided to end life support. At that point my twin decided to change the spelling of Corben's name. Our Grandpa's name is Bernie. So my sister decided to change the spelling from Corbin to Corben to honor the patriach of our family.
I remember arriving to celebrate Christmas hoping a baby would arrive.
Our dad was just finishing quarantine from having tuberculosis and surprised my twin and I by driving from Ohio to see us. I remember getting Christmas Eve gifts ready and starting breakfast for Christmas morning. Then around 1 am Christina decided she needed to go to the hospital to get checked. We then woke up her two older children to open some Christmas gifts, then they headed to the hospital.
They came back a few hours later and I remember feeling so bad for her because she was in so much pain.
I then had to head back to work at the end of the week. I was so disappointed that Corben didn’t arrive before I had to head back to work, but he arrived on New Year’s Eve (ironically the day I met my husband). I know the delivery was hard for Christina but we all were so excited he had finally arrived.
The first few days of Corben’s life were great as I received pictures of our new family member, then when he was 3 days old everything changed. I went on my lunch break at work and sent a text to Christina to check in. She said Corben was very sick and was being admitted to the NICU. I vividly remember sitting in the chair with my head spinning. How was this possible? Just a couple hours earlier I was told they were going home.
How did we go from going home to being admitted into the NICU?!
I then made the decision to drive back to GA on my weekend. I drove after my shift ended around 5 and arrived at about 11 pm. I definitely do not recommend it, but adrenaline kept me awake until I arrived. I walked into the hospital to hug my sister. We then called the NICU to see if we could visit Corben. We walked to the NICU unit, scrubbed up, and made it to Corben’s room.