3 years ago today my sweet baby boy come into this world...
He was extricated from my body 6 weeks early on the operating table of a big city hospital.
He was pulled out of my womb, suctioned, wrapped, held up over the drape for me to see and then whisked off to the NICU.
Weighing a whopping 4 pounds 5 ounces he was finally here...small but perfect!
After a pregnancy full of worry and dread I finally got to meet my little man and breath a sigh of relief.
You see a pregnancy after the loss of our precious twin daughters was;
1. Unexpected at age 43
2. Like living with a dark shadow in the room. A shadow that I tried to ignore but could always see out of the corner of my eye...I was sure I could not survive another loss like that of my girls.
Then there was the genetic tests that said something was wrong with this pregnancy...they did not know exactly what but it was 'something'.
Next came counseling and the constant monitoring. Driving to the big city and being hooked up to the monitors and then seeing our baby on the ultrasound screen.
It was stressful...
And then at 32 weeks he stopped growing...so at 34 weeks it was decided he needed to get out. So a C-section was scheduled and the next day become Baby Boy's birthday.
Against all odds I delivered a perfectly healthy baby boy...
I thank God every day for this miracle.
Now he is three years old...how can that be?
Why do they grow so fast?
Happy Birthday my little blond angel...
Don't be in such a hurry to get bigger...ok?
Thanks...your mom would greatly appreciate it.
And some really mind bending thoughts...
My oldest baby is now 24 and graduated from college!
Like Jimmy Buffett says My life moves a mere light speed...