Last Friday, I had the opportunity to snuggle my cousin's three-week-old baby boy. Oh, my heavens. He was tiny and sweet and so perfect. A true miracle. Just like my own three boys.
|Love my snuggles!|
I don't say that lightly, either. That little baby spent some time in the NICU before coming home. And before that, his parents waited for him for several years. In a world where so many people wait forever for a little one to join their family, he truly was and is a miracle.
My oldest was a miracle, too. When I was 35 weeks along, my OB/GYN noticed my blood pressure was elevated to a concerning degree. He put me on bed rest. A week later, not only was my blood pressure 160/110, I tested as preeclampsic. I was induced and my first little miracle arrived. He was only 4 lbs, 11 oz. - nothing but skin and bones. But he was healthy. We were able to go home together after spending just one extra day at the hospital.
|My tiny little baby is now taller than me.|
When I learned I was pregnant, I cried for nearly two hours. After years of disappointment and heartache, our dream finally came true. As my due date approached, my darn blood pressure started to protest again and I was induced. My second son made his appearance - a true Gerber baby. Big cheeks, perfect complexion. And 8 lbs, 2 oz, despite having come 2-1/2 weeks early.
|He's still ridiculously cute.|
His little brother came just two years later. Once more, blood pressure issues required inducement. At 36 weeks, he was 6 lbs. 8 oz and healthy as can be.
|My mischief maker. You can see it in his eyes...|
We know we are blessed. Miracles do happen and they happen every day. For Heavenly Father is a God of miracles. He loves each and every one of us and knows our needs and wants. All we have to do is believe.
23. For behold, I am God; and I am a God of miracles; and I will show unto the world that I am the same yesterday, today, and forever; and I work not among the children of men save it be according to their faith. (2 Nephi 27:23)