Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My Sweet Baby

Twelve years ago today my life as a "Mommy" began! I had gone to sleep, very tired and heavy. I'd woke up early in the morning thinking my bladder had exploded! I was dreaming of going to the bathroom but couldn't make myself move, I was sooo tired. Little did I know that my water had broken and my baby was on his way.

Labor was quite pleasant but had stalled by the time we arrived at the hospital at 6 am. I was then given "pit" and went from no contractions to "just let me stay passed out"! Delivery was speedy quick, one of the nurses called our boy "The Silver Bullet"!

At 10:42 am, I laid eyes on a precious red-haired little pumpkin and my heart would never be the same. Little did we know that Pake's first 6 month (6 years actually) were going to be a challenge. He was born with a rare blood disorder that took until April and an act of God to diagnose. Folic acid, Dr. Brittan, Mary Dailey, Dr. Hayes, and several amazing nurses, as well as family and friends supported us during these years. We became a living testament to the power of prayer and positive beliefs. From that first week in ICU, talking to him and encouraging his little body to heal, all the way to age five and a splenectomy, we grew and experienced life, laughed, cried and learned. We know that we are not in control, rather we co-create and pray for the best and highest good in every situation. We realize we are never alone, we are all in this thing called life, together. Nothing is a
given, nothing is set in stone, yet we have unlimited choices and support in every moment of every day. How we look at any situation and keeping a positive perspective, as best as possible is key!

I didn't ask for this kind of "lesson" and yet, having this experience with Pake has helped me open to and appreciate all the support and blessings, from the smallest to the most amazing.

After surgery, Pake is considered medically cured. He's grown tall and eats more than I do (he usually watches to see what I have on my plate and then volunteers to help me "clean it up"! He wears my shoes and coats and can't wait for the day when he's taller than his mother!

I usually don't focus on those rough times of the past, it's hard to when I see that wide grin and tall, lean body saunter into the kitchen after school. His eyes are still the same bright blue, his little scar from the mask is barely visible, but he is still and always will be my baby.....the wonderful little being that made me a mommy.

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