The doctors watched me like a hawk the last 16 weeks of pregnancy and we had high hopes that this strong boy of ours would dispel the odds and show these doctors that he was ready for whatever came his way. My labor (while scary and a lot of work) seemed almost perfect and we heard him make the cutest little sounds which to me meant he was here to stay. I was on a high that I just couldn't explain. I KNEW everything was going to be ok and I couldn't help but be HAPPY! The NICU staff is fabulous at the hospital we were at and they had him for the first few hours of his life. It was after those hours, when I got a call, that I knew things weren't as 'peachy' as I had thought. Our little baby was going downhill FAST. The rest of the time at the hospital is a big blur to me. I remember making HUGE decisions, praying like I've never prayed before, crying like I've never cried before, and feeling the peaceful spirit of my Heavenly Father's love draped over me through it all. We knew his time would be short and so we invited family over to meet him--we especially wanted his two big brothers to have a chance to meet him. It was so great to share him with our families. Two of my sisters-in-law are photographers and the pictures that they took that night are some of my most prized possessions. Here are a few of them--
We all have trials in our lives, problems that seem too heavy to bear. That is when we need to look to our Heavenly Father for love and support; He can make our burdens light again. He wants to help us, He wants us to be happy, He wants us to be the best that we can be--and through Him, WE CAN!
Happy 3rd Birthday Angel Baby--Mommy LOVES you!!