It's a Boy!

My first husband had always wanted a son. A few times, he would make some comments on how he wished our first baby had been a boy. I felt like if only I could give him that, our relationship would be great!

So that's what I prayed for. "Dear God, please give me a son, so that I can make my husband happy. So that we can have a complete family."

I got my wish. However not in the way I expected. In October of 1997 I gave birth to a 7 pound 1 ounce baby boy. He was born 6 weeks early and struggled quite a bit. He spent 2 very long weeks in the NICU. Our son was a very 'high need' boy. He got sick a lot, and was very fussy. Not what we expected for sure.

I would sleep with my son on my chest, so that I could feel him breathing. I wanted him close to me. I wanted to make sure he was okay.

While I thought his birth would bring my husband and I closer together, it actually worked to cement the end of our relationship. He was jealous of the time our new baby needed from me.

Over the next few years, Charming and I would see delayed development, both physically and mentally. But his heart is pure gold! He is a happy, exuberant, laughing miracle, and brings joy every day.

Now in the 3rd grade, his teachers are at a loss as to how to handle him - he is barely on a 2nd grade level. I have finally decided to home school him starting with the next school year - he needs me to push him further down the path, instead of down the hill of public education.