Yesterday, Dylan would've been 9 months. I've officially been mourning for my son almost as long as I was pregnant with him. I have this strange serenity over me right now, a calm washing over me. It's difficult to explain, maybe just God's way of protecting me from the deep, deep bitter sadness that I could be in.
Some Borrowed Writing
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
First and foremost, we are parents. In June 2008, our son Dylan was born. He was our first pregnancy, first child, first time we realized the capacity of our hearts. Sadly, he was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect (HRHS) and, shortly after birth, was also diagnosed as VACTERL. He had a series of birth conditions, and because of the severity of his case, his doctors could not perform all the necessary surgeries that he would need to survive. He was medically classified as a "one in a million" case, and he lived for 6 beautiful days of life before he was Heaven-bound. Losing a child has strengthened our relationship and our faith. Together, we possess the courage to face whatever life throws our way and the will to survive it all. We've even survived the fears and anxiety of subsequent pregnancies and have two healthy and beautiful daughters at home. “The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything they have.”