It’s hard not to tear up thinking about your life. It’s not what you chose, but life threw us a curve ball. To my child who wasn’t expected to survive, here’s my message to you.
The week leading up to your special milestone is an emotional time for me. Even though it’s been three years, I still find the grief building up on these days. It’s like a sleeping volcano; my tears are lava, slowly building, ready to erupt at any moment. The few days before the birth of you and your triplet siblings were the last days of pure bliss. Death and infant loss were not part of my vocabulary. Your dad and I chose to stay positive, expecting life to turn out how we had it planned in our minds. But my body failed me. My body failed you. My body failed Parker and Abby.
When I held you in those early days, you were frail. At just over a pound, I was afraid to even touch you. Our days weren’t marked by typical newborn activities, instead, we watched the hours pass by as we wondered if you would survive. But, that tiny little body refused to give up. Your fierce personality was dubbed, “diva”, by your nurses. It’s a trait that has held true for three years now. In that first year, you faced more challenges than many people go through in a lifetime. You were given a less than 10% chance of survival. If you did survive, there was only a slim chance you would lead a healthy and normal life. You sure are getting the last laugh today!
As I watch you over the years, I’ve witnessed a transformation. That frail, tiny body has become fierce and full of energy. The soft voice that could barely utter a word only 6 months ago, is now booming with a vocabulary that wows everyone in your path. While you’ve made major strides physically and developmentally, one thing has stayed the same: you are just as strong as the day your were born. That powerful fight you gave us in those early days continues three years later. That spunk and fiery personality is why doctors say you ultimately survived.
That same strength may drive me nuts on many occasions, but I quickly remind myself of why you are so strong-willed. Your over-the-top personality make sense to all who love you, that’s because you hold a part of Abby and Parker within you. Three perfect babies, with only one here on earth. When I look at your beautiful face, I see your identical sister. And during those sweet moments of tenderness, I’m reminded of your calm and angelic brother.
As I reflect on this eve of your birthday, the tears may be flowing, but the happiness outweighs the pain. We are so proud of all you have overcome. God has big plans for you, our sweet child. The sky’s the limit…there is no stopping you now.
Happy Birthday our beautiful miracle child.
Mom & Dad