The Boy Turns Three Today

The boy who inspired this blog turns THREE years old today!

July 21st.

7/21

“7” is supposedly the luckiest number…

There is a theory that the human soul weighs 21 grams.

This “lucky soul” and amazing boy couldn’t have a more perfect birthday than 7/21.

 

The Eyes of a Boy…there is a reason that I picked this name for this website. Back before I knew what it was to be a “blogger” as a profession,  I mainly wrote here leisurely about my son. I had looked forward to becoming a mom more than anything in the world. I started this blog when he was a few months old as a way to chronicle some of the things we were doing back at that time. I cannot believe my baby is turning three…

This boy, he changed my whole life. Before him I was a living in such a dark, sad place. We had just lost our stillborn son Max only 11 months earlier. The night we checked into the hospital on July 20th, 2012, and got settled into room 7, was a night that was filled with anxiety and fear. I was in labor a month early and trying to just focus on the fact that my baby was still alive and healthy.

I was trying to forget that just a few months earlier my labor experience was very different, knowing that there would be a silent baby who came into the world instead of a crying one. No matter how hard you try to push those thoughts out of your mind, they don’t leave. So, as nurses buzzed in-and-out of the room, and prepared me to once again labor through the night, I did my best to keep my mind calm and connected with the little boy who was on the journey with me.

The next morning, the NICU team piled into room 7 with us, once it was apparent that our new baby would be coming out to greet us soon. I guess when you’re delivering a 36-weeker, a squad of NICU nurses comes with the territory.

As our son made his way into the world, most of the room was quiet. My incessant panicked voice screeching, “Where is his heartbeat? I can’t hear it on the monitor” with every push and contraction, was the main thing that could be heard in the delivery room.

As if by magic, with one more swift push, our first living son came into this world, and my life was forever changed. The darkness and sadness was lifted. The cover of clouds hanging over our heads was blown away when his loving, lucky soul breezed into room 7.

There in that room, in the mid-morning of July 21st, I became a whole person again. My strength that had been taken away when his brother died just a few months before he was born, came back to me when I looked into his big brown eyes. Hopes, dreams, life, love, everything I ever wanted or needed was there in The Eyes of a Boy.

When he was born, were later transferred to recovery room 21. As if by a divine plan, or just pure coincidence, this little person born on 7/21 was born in room 7, and started his life in room 21. Perfect.

Happy Third Birthday to the little boy who keeps me on my toes, asks a million questions a day, is my best friend, and the coolest dude I know! Love you to the moon and back…a million times.