My first day.

December 17, 2001...
    Before I tell you about my birth. Let me start with how I got my name.
You see my dad had a beautiful daughter named Kirstyn. And when I was in my mom's belly cooking, my mom and dad made a deal that he would pick the name if I was a boy and my mom would pick the name if I was a girl. Well when they found out I was going to be a boy, my moms only rule was that the name had to to sound like my sisters. Kinda like rhyming with it. Yeah, that's my mom for you. She is so silly!!!  But my dad did a good job picking one. Kirstyn, Preston. Has a good ring to it don't you think??
Okay so back to the story. My mom's water broke while playing cards at my nana and papa's house.  I was on my way and there was no stopping me!
When my mom and dad showed up at the hospital, my mom was 4cm dilated. The whole room was filling up with family. My dad was there, my nani, my nana, my papa's, my aunt's, my uncle's, my second aunt's, my second uncle's, second cousins, whew!! I felt SO loved!!!  All of them were there too meet me!
    Before you knew it, I was flying like superman!! My mom and I were ready to do some teamwork. My mom made all the men except my dad leave the room. I seriously don't know why!! Why would she let all the girls stay and make all of the men leave?!? I didn't think that was very nice. You should treat people fair. I think it's because she thought they would give me cooties because they were boys.
    Okay so back to teamwork. My mom was in labor with me for an hour and 1/2. I was born 6 weeks early at 9:43 P.M. I weighed 4lbs11oz.  Preston Micheal Holm. Everyone said I looked exactly like my dad. They were right. Everything from head to toe!! He was  proud! But my dad did have trouble cutting the umbilical cord. When he finally cut it something squirted at the doctor. I thought that was so funny!!
    After I got cleaned off they wrapped me up in this really warm blanket. It was a nice soft feeling.  Very comfortable too. I was than being carried and than put into someones arms.
    I heard "Hi". It was my mother. I knew that voice. It talked and sang to me everyday. As she was holding me, I felt her heartbeat, I felt her breath as it hit my little tiny face. And her loving touch.
"sigh" We finally got to meet. She kissed me and rubbed my head. . it was a short visit. The nurse came and took me away. I didn't want to leave. My mom didn't want me to leave either. But I wasn't breathing really good on my own and I was really really small. They took me back to the nursery to take care of me so I could get big and strong.
I was put into an incubator and also had to be on oxygen. My dad took my mom into the nursery so she could see me. She cried when she saw me on oxygen.  I felt her fingers gently rub my leg. She than put her finger on my little hand, and I squeezed her finger as hard as I could. I just wanted to let her know that it was going to be okay and not to cry. She couldn't hold me yet either....and that made her sad too. But she never left my side
   I could never figure out the whole "sucking" thing. It was so confusing. I was trying to get it down though. But since I didn't learn yet I had to get tube feedings. My mom and dad didn't like that too much.
In the picture below is me with my buddy bear. We even had matching glasses!! I think I was getting a tan.  My nani bought me that bear. He hung out with me a lot. And I still have him to this day!
But those first two days went by so slow. It felt like forever. But the 3rd day......Let's just say that
God visited and gave me a little boost.