on this past Thursday. The first day of July, my sweet baby boy (not such a baby, really) turned three.
Every year, when his birthday rolls around, I am reminded of the precious gift we were given the day he was born. It could have been that he died that day. In fact, he should have died. He should not be here.
He failed the Asvgar (sp) test that they give to babies immediately from the womb both of the times they gave it to him. He was white, no color, his lips were blue, and he made no sound. God bless him, he sure did try, though.
And the nurses and doctors were worried that he wouldn't make it. They weren't trying to upset me, but I could tell something wasn't right because I didn't hear his baby cry. I never did.
One thing I am more sure of than anything else, is that there is a God. This God, the one, the only true God, is the one who gave me my son.
As he was whisked away to the NICU, attached to every tube they could connect to his little body, Sean displayed a very dominant trait of his personality - his persistence.
Sean pulled those tubes off his face and let out the biggest yell he could, to let us know he was here. He's still loud. I expect nothing less.
With tears in my eyes, all I can do is give thanks for him every chance I get, and for the opportunity to be the mother of this miraculous child.
Of all the many blessings I've received, he is definitely the greatest. I'm so grateful. So thankful.
Happy Birthday, Seanie. May you have many more and may you be the blessing to this world that God intends you to be.
Peace.
1 comment:
That was the sweetest story. I never knew his story of how he came into the world. Amazing...
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