Let me tell you a story.
On the day before Thanksgiving, 8 years ago, I was at work and started spotting.
I was pregnant you see, but only about 10 weeks.
I spotted on and off all day and finally got an appointment to go see the Doctor right before they closed for the holidays at 5pm.
When we got there, they confirmed what I already knew, the baby was gone. I had had what they call a missed AB. The baby was still inside, but no heartbeat.
We were devastated.
And because it was the day before Thanksgiving, they couldn’t schedule a D&C until AFTER the holidays. They hoped that my body would naturally take care of it, but it didn’t and I had to wait another week, working in Labor and Delivery every day around all of those happy mothers welcoming their babies into the world until I could have my D&C.
I quit L&D for a long while after that. I could not deal.
It was by far, the worst Thanksgiving ever. And I thought I would never like Thanksgiving again.
But God is good.
Because exactly a year later, on the day before Thanksgiving, I went into Labor. And on Thanksgiving Day,
My Baby boy was born.
He is my miracle.
He is my light. My Joy. My gift from God
My proof that this too shall pass, that God always has a plan and that everything happens for a reason.
Today is my Baby’s birthday.
He is 7.
And even though I will never forget that first pregnancy, or that first baby, I get on my knees every year and I thank God for the gift of this child.
Again, my miracle.
Happy Birthday Pookah Bear Baby.
Mama and Daddy love you so much.