Sunday, November 1, 2015

Little Miracles

Little Miracles -

I adore baby snuggles. Especially from tiny babies who nestle right in and weigh almost nothing. Sigh...

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.

Little Miracles -
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.

Little Miracles -
My tiny little baby is now taller than me.

We waited eight years for our next miracle to come. At that point, we had given up hope ever having a second child. Our oldest was a wonderful kid and if he was going to be our only one, we couldn't have asked for better.

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.

Little Miracles -
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.

Little Miracles -
My mischief maker. You can see it in his eyes...

Not wanting to tempt fate, we decided our family was complete, which was a good thing. Not long afterwards, I experienced health problems that led to a hysterectomy. During that ordeal, we learned that due to the shape of my uterus, it was a miracle we had any children at all - let alone three healthy boys.

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)

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