After the delivery, they bundled Charlie up in this new, ill-fitting blue cap and his daddy escorted him to the nursery. The nurses covered his head as we wanted our families to be surprised. Jim announced the good news and ensured my family that I was safe and would be back to the room shortly. We arrived as a family to our room and I was finally able to hold my son for the very first time. Words cannot express how overcome I was with emotion, something that was relected in the faces of my mom, dad, and Marisa. He was snuggled by his momma, poppy, Aunt Mimi, grandma, grandpa, daddy and mommy. After three years of loss, praying, and hoping, God had finally made our joy complete.
One year earlier, on January 15, 2008, I said goodbye to my second baby through a miscarriage. I wept at the thought of yet another loss, in January no less. But it was different than the first time. As I hugged and rocked a friend’s child close to me, I said goodbye to my baby. And God spoke to me that day. He comforted my heart and told me that this would be me someday, that I too would hold my own child in this way and I was at peace. It seems fitting that just one year later on January 15, 2009, I held my third child close to me outside the womb. That God had answered my prayers and that indeed he was faithful. There is no doubt in my mind that God had orchestrated all of this, for this one moment, in this one baby. My little miracle.