So I decided that I should write about our son. There is a picture at the bottom of my page. So here is the story...
On January of 2008 I found out that Dayle and I were expecting our first baby, and after a year of being married everything seemed to be too perfect. Life was beautiful. And so were the first 5 months of my pregnancy. Until one day.
On May 29th 2008 I went to the hospital with Dayle because I felt that something was wrong. We were not sure what, but we left for the hospital anyways. I had a test to take for my math class that evening and thought that I would get back in time to take it. And Dayle brought his homework as well. The nurse assured me everything would be fine, but when the doctor came in he found that I was fully dilated and I was informed that with my baby being only 24 weeks old he would not survive. I received a blessing and felt comfort but no sure answer. For five days I fought to give my baby a chance, and felt angels all around me. During this entire time my wonderful husband never left my side, but held my hand and comforted me. My mother who was thousands of miles away also found a way to be with me. But on Monday June 2nd at 8:51 a.m. the struggle ended and I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Though tiny in our eyes he was complete and perfect. With tiny fingers, tiny toes, delicate eye lashes and a button nose. He was 1 lb 6 oz and 12 1/2 inches long. He lived for 1 1/2 hours and then God knowing that his life was complete called him home. Those were the most peaceful and sorrowful moments that I have ever felt. Dayle did have the opportunity to give him a name and a blessing. Tears were shed and I felt as though my world had crumbled. But I know that God has a plan for us and that Bryent is where he needs to be. I have a son who is near and watching over us. Though our first pregnancy was not what we expected it was still a wonderful Miracle. And for those few hours that I held my baby and was a mother, there is nothing in this world I would trade for it. And for my son Bryent I would do it all again. Life is hard and I have learned that it is what we do with the trials that we are given that make us who we are. I only hope that I can live my life in a way that will make my son proud of me, for I know that he is watching over me. His mother.
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