I recently, August 6, 2009, lost my beautiful baby boy, Jonah David. I was due July 17, ironically enough I did not go into labor this day, but my grandfather passed away instead. I went into labor July 19th early in the morning and had Jonah via c-section at 2:41 that afternoon. I had a c-section only because labor wasn't progressing. He weighed 9 lbs. 2 oz. BIG BOY! He was screaming his little head off, and I loved that sweet sound. Little did I know that I would be the only time I would hear Jonah cry.
You can read his story at www.caringbridge.org/visit/jonahdavid
He was a miracle. Based on all medical science, I should have never carried him. But God had big plan for Jonah. Not only was I allowed to meet him but I was in his presence for 17 amazing days. It was the most unbelievable time that words cannot describe. He went through 4 open heart surgeries and he had doctors scratching their heads wondering how he was surviving on little support. But his journey with us ended on August 6th, in my arms. He has a much larger journey ahead of him in Heaven. He taught me more about life and myself in 17 days than I had learned in 34 years of being on Earth. He was a fabulous little man that touched so many lives. 8 weeks later, his doctors still keep in touch with us. He amazed them. His courage and bravery was more than most adults can muster up.
I am also blessed with a wonderful 6-year old boy, Elijah. He is the reason I keep going each day!