On July 12, 2010, I was watching Dateline and it showed a story of a man who had a disable son. His son was in his thirites now and was confined to a wheelchair for his whole life. He was also unable to talk. The father and his son ran marathons, the father pushing his son in his wheelchair. The son, who could only type on a keyboard to communicate, typed that when he and his dad ran marathons together, he didn't feel disabled anymore. He felt like he was running too.

I was about 6 weeks pregnant at the time, and I remember putting my hands on my stomach and crying so hard for this family. So I sat down and wrote this letter to my baby. This was before we knew he would be a boy, before we knew anything would be wrong, before I knew how much this letter would mean later. So here it is:

7-12-10

To my baby:

You are a miracle. You are supposed to be here. You are loved more than you can know. You are my child and nothing can change that.

I promise you that no matter what happens, I will fight for you. You are so important. Even if you were disabled, that wouldn't change a thing. But I know you will be heathly. Even if no one else wanted you, I will always want you. But I know you are loved by many.

Right now, you are only the size of a blueberry, but you have changed my life forever, and for the better.

If you ever feel like you are less than what you should be or that you're not good enough, just remember that at one time, a doctor told me you weren't going to make it. But you're heartbeat is strong and the doctor has changed her mind. You fought and you held on.

You are my miracle and I love you!

Love Always, Mommy