I Believe in Miracles

For some reason, I feel really compelled to write this. Maybe just for my own sake of remembering...

The last time I was home, my Mom gave me this...



I am not sure where she got it or who may have made it for her (Jenn, maybe?) but she wanted me to have it. For years, this hung in the basement hallway next to a baby picture of me. She always said I was a miracle baby and now, Dylan was too. The story of me, as I remember my Mom telling it to me (and I am sure I will have some facts wrong, but this is how I remember it) is that my Mom got very sick while she was pregnant with me and was on bed rest for many months. It was her 6th pregnancy which is hard and then having to take care of 5 other little ones, as you can imagine, took a toll on her.

When she went into labor, things became progressively worse. The doctors told my Mom that I would not make it and that if she tried to deliver me, the chances were great that she would not make it either. Of course, my dear Mother had 5 other children at home to worry about. She told me many times about how my Dad and other priesthood members came and gave her a blessing. They blessed her and me that we would be okay and that she would deliver me and all would be well. I am not sure exactly what the complications were, but after a c-section, I graced this world in full health and my Mom was just fine. My Mother knew that I was a Miracle and the doctors agreed.

We all know that Dylan's accident could have been far worse. That he was surrounded by angels. My Mom said, from the very beginning, that Dylan, just like his Momma, was too a Miracle!!

I brought the precious moments hanging home many months ago and put it in Dylan's room right away. No it isn't boyish or doesn't match the decor, but it reminds me each day of the miracle that he is and now, it reminds me more of my Mom and what she went through to bring me into this world. I love you Mom and thank you for a wonderful memory and story.