3 years ago today, we were preparing for the greatest gift of our lives. Something Someone that was going to change us forever. Both, individually and as a couple. I wont lie...we had our moments of wanting to do it individually, but in the end, something someone always drew us back together. In all of our tough moments, fights, trying times, me being a needy pregnant brat times, he not giving in to my bratty times, whatever you want to call them, we decided were doing this together. We were going to put us first so that we can raise a healthy human. BUT, on this day 3 years ago, we didn't know just HOW much this was going to change us.
I will NEVER forget this night. We had all of our parents, and of course, my sister, in town. We had a special dinner planned at The Salt Lick, and just wanted to enjoy the family as ONE...getting ready for a new little ONE. I was in heaven. I got to eat WHATEVER I wanted. (if you know Gabe, this was a daily battle for all 39 weeks!). We took our parents and sister out for some "congrats drinks/Dallas cowboys game watching," and just lived in the moment of our last day of being pregnant. We made 'bets" of boy or girl... would he/she look like me or you... who's "BIG" nose would he/she have.. my moms blue eyes or our brown eyes?... so many questions, so many thoughts..... SO MUCH LOVE....in one night... THE NIGHT BEFORE....
I will never forget the one person who offered to be there to "take the shots." We had to be at the hospital at 6am to prep, and she showed up at 5am to get all the shots she could. She is one of my "bestest"....she wanted to make sure EVERY moment was captured. The hospital staff raved about her, because she wanted a picture of everything we and baby would touch. We went over all of the perfect shots she would take, and made sure with the nurses that she wouldn't miss a heart beat....
I never fully shared the photo album with anyone, because at 7:39 am, time stood still. She was left with nothing to capture for the next couple of hours...... time stood still... for everyone...
I don't think I will ever get through September 9 with out shedding a tear. Every parent changes on the day their child is born.... but I really changed. I saw my baby boy for the first time, I kissed him goodbye on what they told me might be the last, I saw a look in Gabe's eye's I had never seen before, I cried and prayed like I had never done before.... it was the first for a LOT of things and it changed me as a person, a person I never knew I could be. I can remember them showing him to me and telling me to say goodbye and Gabe running out with him. They had my mom come in to finish the surgery and we cried together (mostly because she was concerned about the blood), but it was the first time she would hear the words..."you have a grandson"... I was wheeled up to my room, still in shock, still numb, still balling my eyes out.... yelling, "WHERE IS MY SON",... i cried...over and over and over.... Gabe would come check in on me and say " he's ok...there are issues..but he is ok" and yet, that was all he could say....I wasn't allowed to see him for what seemed like forever, but was really 12 hours....I sat and cried for 12 hours straight.... 12 hours...
You all know the rest.... the results, the test, the beginning of "Our PFIGHTING Story"...
I sit here today... 3 years later... and I CAN NOT believe what we have been told, been through, survived, and LOVED through. Here we are.... 3 years past what they said we would live through. The words " he wont survive past infancy" still ringing in my head.
Ya'll ... he is starting school NEXT WEEK!!! He is smarter that I cold ever imagine... He has an attitude like something straight from BOTH of his aunties... and he loves like no one ever could. He is the BEST thing that could have ever happened to us. He made Gabe and I a "real thing".... he made us parents...he made us A PFAMILY. He has a sense of humor that no kid does (he sat in the dark and scared the crap out of me on purpose today), and he is everything Gabe and I hoped he would be. Yea, we may need a little work on somethings, but he is perfect in every way. He makes me the person I want to be. He makes me want to PFIGHT everyday... He makes us, US....
So, if you read this tonight, or tomorrow - September 9, say a " thank you" prayer.... eat a piece of cake, or a donut, or drink a glass of wine/champagne... and JUST CELEBRATE!!! Celebrate God's love...and perfection... and Brody's life...
I sincerely thank each and everyone one of you who have followed us...prayed for us....asked about us... loved us... and just simply thought of us.... we would not be a PFAMILY without you!!
HAPPY 3 YEAR PFIGHTING BIRTHDAY!
We love you.... BRODY LOVES YOU...
