On this birthday, and every birthday that has come before, my mind is always flooded with the memories of my pregnancy, and how God was so good to bring me through such a rough time.
Let me take you back...
Before I got pregnant with Taylor I had a miscarriage. This was, of course, extremely painful, both emotionally and physically. Needless to say, when I got pregnant with Taylor about 4 months later, I was a bit gun-shy.
With Ashton, I opted out of the testing that tells you if your baby will have any kind of defect, but my OB/Gyn suggested that I have it this time because of a new defect that it tested for, so I obliged, somewhat against my better judgment.
I'll never (ever) forget receiving the call from my doctor telling my that Taylor's results for one of those defects was off the charts. I was home by myself, at lunch, and had no idea what to do. All I could think about was that I was somehow going to lose my baby. Again. My doctor told me not to worry, but I could hear the worry in her own voice as she gave me a referral to a specialist for an amnio. Unfortunately, after that amnio, I had to wait 4 weeks for the results.
The longest 4 weeks of my entire life.
But during those 4 weeks, I prayed more than I ever have before. My family prayed. My friends prayed. My small group prayed. My church prayed. It seemed like everyone that I knew was praying for my sweet baby.
And God answered. He always answers. Not always how we think He should, but this time, my baby, my sweet Taylor, was absolutely perfect.
Then when I was 32 weeks pregnant, I began to get this annoying itch all over my arms and legs. Seriously annoying. A few days later at my check-up, I happened to mention it to my doctor (which is really out of my character - I just thought it was silly, and I'm not one to mention silly things to the doctor) and it's a really good thing I did. Turns out I now had Kolestasis of pregnancy, which has something to do with the liver not flushing toxins properly, and if not addressed, could (worse case scenario) kill the baby.
Of course I flipped out. And then thanked the Lord for letting those silly words, "uh, well, my legs are itching a lot" come out of my mouth. From then on, I had to be monitored 2-3 times a week and take medication to help with my liver function.
On August 19, 2003, Taylor was born and declared as healthy as could be.
There are only a few times that I can look back on in my life and say without a doubt that God moved, or healed, or protected me in someway. This is one of them. And I will never forget it.
Happy birthday little man! Momma loves you more than you will ever know.
You've grown up so fast. It seems like just yesterday you were learning to walk.
And now you're learning to play Guitar Hero.
Where does the time go?
Tomorrow we'll go to meet your new Kindergarten teacher and I'll turn you over to her on Monday. I'm still not ready, but I know that you are. I know that once I take you there for kindergarten, it won't be long and you'll be like your sister... in 4th grade. But I guess I have to... because if I don't, they'll take me to jail, right?
Happy birthday! I know you're having more fun than should be allowed with your daddy and sister today :)
I love you!