In that moment, I thought to myself. Thank goodness that will never you be you. I was deeply thankful I was having a healthy baby boy. I counted my blessings a thousand times over. Life can be ironic in that way. Less than two weeks later my son Noah was born. After a very traumatic birth... And today at age 5 1/2 he cannot walk, talk, crawl, sit, or self-feed. Continue reading Stacy and Noahs story: buff.ly/1kEn1pZ
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