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19 Years Ago, I Wasn't Sure I'd Be Saying This Now: Happy Birthday!!

I had a remarkably easy life growing up.  Oh, sure, I had moments that I thought were incredibly hard--like moving to a new house during high school--but, in retrospect, were nothing. 

Nineteen years ago, I had my first real challenge in life, one that I can still look back on and think, "Yep, that was hard!"  I was pregnant with my youngest son, and started having problems at 10 weeks.  One doctor even suggested abortion, but we didn't want that. I spent the next 20 weeks on bed rest, mentally willing this baby to just hold on.  Due to a lot of prayer, me physically doing nothing, family and friends doing everything, and a very capable medical staff, youngest son managed to arrive alive. 



He didn't even weigh 3 pounds, but he fought hard and was out of the hospital after 6 weeks.  A week later, he again found himself in a hospital.  One week after that, he was home again.  I found myself constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.  His long-term prognosis remained uncertain, and it seemed like we were always at the doctor's office or a hospital.   I learned how fragile health can be, but gradually learned to relax as he reached developmental milestones.

Leaving the hospital for the first time at 6 weeks old and a whopping 4 1/2 pounds!

We celebrated with the traditional cake and ice cream on his first birthday, and on subsequent birthdays, too--except for the years he requested birthday pie, instead.  (He's quirky that way!)



Everyone loves him; he's never lacked friends, and regardless of the grade he earned, his report card comments always said, "Is a pleasure to have in class." He's funny, smart, kind, determined, dependable, and a hard worker.  (And not easily embarrassed--he told me not to worry about keeping his birthday post short and sweet!)

Happy birthday, son!

Thankful thought:  Thanks for family and friends who provided prayers, countless hours of service and a listening ear to a bedridden mom.  Thanks to Dr. Tonya Sorensen who delivered youngest son, and for the neonatologists and Patty,his primary nurse, for caring for him those first six weeks. 

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  1. Isn't it amazing how things can be put into perspective!

    So glad he was able to group up to be such a sweet young man!

    You have a beautiful family!

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  2. Congratulations on this milestone, thank the Lord you can! Wish him a happy birthday from all over here, a Big Dutch Hug so to say ;-))
    Have a great day!
    Bianca

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