In two days, September 27th, our precious 3 pound, 9 ounce angel was being born. I was thinking back on it this morning and started to tear up remembering how hard of a time that was for us. I remember 6am that morning the doctors walking into my hospital room and telling me they needed to deliver the baby that day...and I lay there thinking, "It's too early. I'm only 31 weeks pregnant!" It all happened so fast that I never really had time to process it all. It never really hit me how sick I was...until after. I wasn't mentally prepared, but I think that was God's way of protecting me from a meltdown. If I really thought about it and had the time to sit and realize what was happening and how in danger both of us were, I would have lost it.
About 24 hours after Brayden had been born, I was finally able to go see him. Prior to that I was too sick. When they wheeled me up to the NICU, this is how I first saw my sweet baby.
The next day he was started on his jaundice treatment. He looked so frail and tiny.
We eventually got to hold him a day or two later...
...and we were so in love.
I often felt like I was going to break him when I was holding him...
...because he was just so small...
...but amazingly beautiful.
Now we marvel at how grown he is. We are so amazingly blessed and privileged to be his parents. It was all worth it. Every minute of it. Happy birthday Brayden. We love you.