Happy Birthday Boo!
I can't believe today you turn two.
I still remember the day we found out we were pregnant with you; your Daddy cried, I was in shock. Earlier that day we had both just graduated from college with our Masters degrees and ironically it was also Mother's Day. I thought my life was just beginning to only find out that I was now going to be a mother.
Pregnancy was hard.
I was sick everyday. I lost weight. I threw up a lot. I slept a lot. When I got admitted to the hospital at 27 weeks I secretly was hoping you would arrive early. At 30 weeks the doctors said that if you didn't come now there would be a chance that neither of us would make it. You see you Mom's liver and kidneys were starting to shut down and I was in a great deal of pain.
The doctors didn't want to wait for your Dad but I begged them to wait two hours so he could drive back to the hospital. I didn't want to do it alone.
When you were born it took 28 minutes to revive you. Your Dad was scared; I was calm and peaceful. He thinks I was this way because of the medicine, I say Heather Father was watching over both of us.
I was naive back then, I imagined that even though you were a preemie that we would take you home by Thanksgiving and that you would be our tiny bundle of joy to share with friends and family for the holidays.
Little did I know that we would spend weeks in the hospital, months in Denver, half-a-year on oxygen, and over a year at weekly doctor appointments.
Today, I look at you and see a miracle. No longer in need of oxygen, no longer fragile and small you are a perfect little boy.
The day I found out I was pregnant with you I want you to know now what I didn't know back then, my life really hadn't started until you.
I have now replaced my career, clean clothes, orderly house, sleep, sanity, and free time with something better.
Now I have you.
Right now you are running around the kitchen with a helium balloon in one hand and a sausage pancake dog in the other. You are gabbing on about something that I can't understand, but I know you are happy and I know that this is right where I am suppose to be.
Someday when you read this I want you to know that I have learned so much from you.
You've taught me how to earnestly pray.
You've taught me that Heavenly Father has a plan for all of us.
You've taught me that even that smallest spirits have the largest hearts.
You've taught me what a contagious laugh sounds like.
You have taught me what it really means to have unconditional love for someone.
You've taught me how to let loose and let things get destroyed.
And most importantly, you've taught me how to be a mother,I will always be in debt to you for this gift.
I love you, Brecken.
Hozzy (I wish you would call me Mom...FYI)