GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS GIFT...

A year ago today I was involved in a pretty bad car accident. I was so greatful and thankful that God spared my life that day, but not long after started to wonder, why did he keep me safe. I knew indefinitely that part of the reason was becasue I have a mother that prays for my protection daily but have recently come to find out that he also had amazing plans for my life. I am now experiencing, what I believe to be God's Ultimate Gift. I have never felt God's love like I have felt it in the last week or so. I don't know how anyone could say they don't believe in God when I look at my precious angel. Everytime I look in his little eyes I feel overwhelmed with God's presence and love. I pray everyday that my little man grows up to be a mighty man of God. I believe that he has a high calling on his life.

We are so glad that he's finally here. We went to the doctor last Wednesday thinking and hoping to see our little guy, but found out we had to wait one more day. Thursday morning we got the hospital at about eight o'clock and by 8:45 they were prepping me for surgery. As they were monitoring me they noticed Easton's heart rate had deceled pretty low a couple times. Once everything was ready they wheeled me into the OR to give me the spinal. I remember looking at Dr. Hill with the scalpel in his hand ready to cut when we noticed that I wasn't numbing. About that time Easton's heart rate deceled down in the 60's. I hear Dr. Hill say, "come on come on we have to hurry". The anesthesiologist told me that I was going to go to sleep for a while and that's when I really started to get nervous. I knew then that things were getting serious and I was worried about how Jake was going to handle not being able to come in with us. He said that a few minutes after taking me back in the OR there was a team of neonatal nurses and doctors running through the door into my room. A few minutes later he was calmed by the sound of Easton's loud cry. The anesthesiologist soon came out to explain to him they had to put me completely under and that me and the baby were doing good. The next thing I remember I was waking up in the recovery room with my little man laying on my chest. Well what I really remember was two of my little man laying on my chest.....was still a little out of it :) I am so thankful that my heavenly father was in control and I am so thankful of how he lead those doctors and nurses that day. When I was pregnant I would say I can't remember what it was like to not be pregnant, now I can't imagine how I survived without my little angel.