9 years ago, I gave birth to my firstborn, my angel, my salvation, my reminder that God was with me, my son Jay. He was perfect in every way. He never cried, he slept through the entire night when he was barely 8 weeks old. It's a good thing, too. I was a child, only 19. The pregnancy was complicated, as was the birth. God kept him safe, though. Something most people don't know about him is that doctors told me to abort him. I had a 10cm fibroid inside of my uterus along with him. They told me he wouldn't make it past the first trimester or that he'd be born with severe defects. He made it and was born without ANY defect at all. In fact, he was the most gorgeous 8lb 8oz baby boy I had ever seen! God sent me this child when I needed him the most. He gave me hope, peace, and love like I'd never known. After an awful childhood, and a complicated young adulthood, this baby boy taught me to trust in God again. He taught me self worth; after all, God had used me to bring him into this world. I had a purpose. 9 years later, he is still teaching me things I never thought I needed to learn! The love and concern he has for his siblings is unlike any other child I know. More specifically, the care and patience he has for his autistic little brother is unparalleled.
I thank God every time I look at my Jay. He was by far, the greatest wake up call of my life. God used him to change me for the better. He healed my childhood pain through the love this child gave me. I love you JayJay! Thank you for being the amazing boy you are!!