After 6 years of doing every infertility treatment and 1 failed adoption my wish came true. In one instant and one positive test all the sadness, although will always be a part of me, was replaced with what in my lifetime will be considered a miracle. My 3% chance was a beautiful, healthy little boy. Why I suddenly got pregnant au natural no doctor could tell me but I swore in my heart that I would never ask for more. I know how it felt to want. To long. To cry. But I never thought it would all go by so fast. Maybe it is the many recent "milestones" he has reached which have led him from baby to toddler to...gasp! ....little boy? I don't know. But I know I do not like any of it. What I do know is it is not a matter of "wanting more". I just want time to slow down time with Zach. Walking in his bedroom tonight and seeing a real bed made us both sad. My husband said not to change anything else. I wanted to just put everything back the way it was. He looked so lost in the bed. The sad truth is I know one day it won't be big enough. I guess I must just be having my own sort of growing pains these days. I am sure every mom goes through them and some of them are just harder then others.
My Miracle
Have you ever seen a miracle,
Beheld one with your eyes,
Seen the magic & the mystery,
The wonder & surprise?
Have you ever touched a miracle,
With your fingertips?
Have you ever kissed a miracle,
Brushed one with your lips?
Have you ever held a miracle,
Gently in your arms?
Knowing that you must protect,
This precious gift from harm?
Have you ever loved a miracle,
Loved right from the start,
Loved with all your being,
Loved with all your heart?
I have done all these things,
I do them everyday,
I see my miracle grow & learn,
I see him laugh & play.
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Awww! You two are so sweet! That touched my heart. Happy Mother's Day to you both!
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I know exactly how you feel........I still have my 3 1/2 year old in a CRIB, and I know it's time to take it down. The other day I was going through her winter clothes, CRYING, as I was folding them and putting them in a bag to give to a friend, because she is my last baby girl (out of 3), to have worn them.
I truly know what the word "bittersweet" means when I have these moments. Yes, we miss our babies, but on the other hand, I pray to God every night to please let me live to see them reach their adulthoods.....
- cfh72
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