My Special One

Dedicated to Kyle, My Darling Son There was no joy when I gave birth, scary words kept getting worse. When my baby boy was born every face was quite forlorn. He came fresh from our Creator to be placed in an incubator. I could not take him in my arms or shelter him from any harms. Doctors all had dooming words. Negativity was all I heard, “He may never… and he may not ….” Oh, how I prayed this would stop. He was two days old when I was told I could finally lay eyes on his face. Tubes and wires were every place in a sterile, see through trundle, where laid my precious bundle. Suddenly, I felt a sign and less sad because my son looked like my Dad, who had amazing, sure willpower. I couldn’t have heard God any louder, saying, "like your Dad, your son’s a fighter." And fight he did, my beautiful son, my heart, my love, my special one. For three months he grew and thrived defeating all odds of staying alive. Then on hospital day forty-five, he came home on his first ride.