Four years ago, I was 8 days into my hospital stay, 38 weeks pregnant, with a baby they said I could never have, with a baby I was told to prepare to miscarry early on, with a baby I once prayed so hard for, after 3 losses I had lost my faith in God. I had lost hope. Yet, I found myself sitting in the silence of my hospital room crying, begging God for a healthy baby boy, since MTHFR (that causes me to miscarry) can cause birth complications. Slowly in my silence I restored my faith, I was still bitter, and afraid yet (cautiously) excited to become a Mom, to a 6 lb 11oz boy who came out silent with the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times, purple skin, and stressed out. People often ask why had all my kids close together, on purpose..because I fought a hard fight. And I do what I want. Happy Birthday Eve, Travis Wayne.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 01:42:39 +0000