Birthday Boy

Today marks the day of your birth. It was not without some difficulty. You get the prize for not coming 3 weeks earlier than your due date. Yes kiddo, I was pregnant with you the LONGEST. Boy, did I feel it too! I was so desperate to get you out I was the one who scheduled the
C-section. Not that you didn't try, I was in pre-term labor for about a month. Contractions every day for multiple hours. But no, NO progress!!
Nana had your sisters and Dad took me to the hospital (he was prepared this time!). We had to wait 2 extra hours because someone was in labor and MIGHT need the operating room. I just tried not focus on the fact that I would be recovering for 4 weeks.
Well, our time arrived and into the O.R. we went. You came with no complications. You had a hearty cry and I knew you were healthy.
Many people came to visit you, the proudest being your sisters. Aidan was so happy to tell everyone that she was BIG sister. I got to hold you in the recovery ward. You were perfect. You were a happy baby all cozy and warm in your blanket and hat. I was glad you were out! What a relief.
I remember the nurse telling me you didn't pass your hearing screening. She also said it was pretty normal and you probably had fluid in your ears from the C-Section delivery. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew she was wrong. Grandpa Mike and Dad gave you a priesthood blessing, and I was praying that your ears would work. Again, I knew it was not to be. I reflected on a lot of other things that would be worse (for me, for you): missing a limb,having diminished mental capacity, being blind, having a disease, or worst of all being stillborn. I knew that it would be o.k., somehow it would be o.k... Heavenly Father did not give me more than I could bear.
That's not to say I didn't cry. I cried and sobbed when no one else was there. I racked my brain to remember if I had taken some sort of medication, or did something during the pregnancy that would have caused your hearing loss. I still don't know the answer, and I probably won't till after this life. But I know you will hear better one day without aids. I know you will hear with perfect clarity.
I remembering taking you to Primary Children's Hospital for tests and tests and diagnosis. They pricked your tiny foot to get blood samples. They put you in machines to scan your head, they examined your eyes and nose and ears, ears, ears. And through it all you were brave and strong.
We have been blessed with people who have helped us along the way. You were fitted with hearing aids before the crucial 6 month old date. You've have wonderful early-intervention specialists who have helped you (and me) learn and grow and taught us things we need to do to have you ready for school. You have progressed so much, been through the course with flying colors. You amaze me with your speech. More and more words come each day, new phrases and sentences too. You've grown and blossomed so very much. You are not a toddler anymore. You are three and you are my big boy.
I love you Morgan.

Love,

Mom