Nanna And Baby

"A garden of love grows in a Grandmother's heart"

It has been so amazing and touching to see my mom with my son. Other than my husband and I, she was probably the one most effected by his diagnosis. She is certainly the one who understands what he is going through the best. 

My mom has a disease fairly similar to Micah, except that hers has no surgery to take it away, and effects her in many more serious ways. She has two stomas and it literally broke her heart to hear Micah would have to have one, even though his was not permanent. Every time he has been in pain she cries with him and is the first to ask me if everything is okay. She has so much love for this little boy, she says that she loves him like he is her own. Always saying that the love is no different. 

It's been a blessing to be able to be so close to them while going through this. My dad and her have taught me much more about caring for Micah, especially when he had his colostomy, than the doctors and nurses ever did. They always had tips and tricks that they would show us to make some part of it easier. Their knowledge comes from years of having to figure out an illness that not even the doctors know much about. I respect them so much more now, having had Micah, than I ever could have. Part of having Micah and his complications was being able to understand on a whole new level and appreciate the raw, beautiful love that they have for each other. It's been understanding a little bit more everything that my mom went through trying to parent while having this disease, and how she gave us more than I could have asked for. Micah, even with every other blessing aside, was a lesson and a blessing that I needed. This understanding is a gift, and I love my parents so much more now that I understand. 

There's no way I could have actually understood as much as I do now without having had Micah. It's like things HAD to have turned out this way. 

I'm lucky things turned out this way. I love you Micah, and I love you Mom. Thank you so so much for adopting me and giving me a life that I wouldn't have had otherwise. I've told you a million times since Micah's birth that Micah was meant to be my child, and since he was meant to be mine I had to be yours - otherwise I wouldn't have the strength and knowledge that being raised by you with your illness has given me. Otherwise I would have melted down when I saw him with a colostomy. Otherwise having him would have been harder. 

Thank you Mom, thank you Dad, and thank you Micah. I'm blessed to have you all exactly the way you are.