The moment I saw the pink positive on my pregnancy test. The moment I learned the little one in my tummy was a boy. The moment I felt my son kick the first time. The moment the Dr told me I was in pre-term labor. The moment my son was born, I learned that in one instant you could feel such joy and fear in the same breath.
The moment I held my son for the first time. The moment I was told Brayden was sick. The moment I stared death in the face and prayed for it to go away. The moment I walked out of the NICU with my son by my side.
The moments when Brayden would snuggle up in my arms. The moment he looked me in the eyes.
The moment Brayden got sick again.
And tonight at midnight is another moment, one I anticipate will be filled with hope. Hope of the future and a promise of a healthy boy. The hope that my future moments will be filled with more joy than pain.
This year was hard. This year had magical joy. This is the year I grew up. This is the year I learned how strong I am. This is the year I became a mom!
Happy New Year!
"The moment you hold your baby in your arms for the first time, you wonder how could such a tiny bundle create so much emotions within you. And you wonder if it's possible that you've actually brought such a tiny, beautiful being into this world."