Thirteen years ago today I gave birth to my first born. This little boy has taught me the most indelible lessons one could learn. He taught me about how patient, kind, and enduring love is. He is one of the most honest, loving, human beings on this Earth.
The story of his birth is amazing. I found out at around 7 months that I was pregnant with, but at one point in the pregnancy, his twin reabsorbed leaving an empty placenta. I had severe pre-eclampsia, and nearly went into cardiac arrest during the c-section. A few hours later, I got to meet him.
The first couple of years of his life was harrowing. He tested positive for PKU, but it was a false positive. He caught rota virus at 3 months old, and was hospitalized in Germany. His daddy deployed to a war zone for five months (which was a blessing considering the Army unit we were stationed with was gone MUCH longer). At 12 months, he had a severe reaction to the MMR vaccine and was hospitalized yet again.
After he had turned a year, his development slowed down considerably. Eventually, at 26 months old, he was diagnosed with autism. He is on moderate to severe end of the spectrum. He is barely verbal, but often what he says and does is profound. He has the capacity to change the people around him. Most, who meet him, work with him, or educate him are never the same.
He has made me a much better person. He is wonderful person, and I am privileged to be his mother.