5 months ago today, I thought it may be the beginning of the end. I was on my way to the hospital for my scheduled c-section. We were going to meet our little boy, William, and our minds were racing and our hearts were heavy with fear, anticipation and doubt. I had prepared myself for that day in May as well as anyone could. Doctors had told us Will may not live and if he did that he would be in the NICU for months. Would we want him resuscitated if he was not breathing? Would we like a list of funeral homes?
The agony of that day is so fresh in my mind. The memories so vivid. I felt as if the world around me could come crashing down and life would never be the same. In fact, that was one thing I was sure of. Life would never be the same. I would never take a baby for granted. I would never forget our journey.
I sit here today listening to the gentle rain falling and even more sweetly I hear the reliable, consistent breathing of Will as he sleeps. My heart skips and I feel overwhelmed with joy. He made it! Will made it!! He is truly a miracle. A gift from God and an ever present reminder of what can happen when hundreds, maybe even thousands, of prayers are whispered to the Heavens.
Thank you, God, for our son. Our precious miracle. Please continue blessing our lives and helping us to remember to treasure each moment. Let the trivial worries of life pass us by and help us to remain focused on what really matters. Each breath is precious. Each moment an opportunity to show our thankfulness and each day a chance to share Your amazing love and miracles with others.
Happy five month birthday to my son. My baby. My constant reminder of the miracle of life.