Jeffrey and I have a little ritual after his sisters go to sleep. We
play,
cuddle,
and have
"cooing" conversations.
Oh, how I love that boy.
It is nights like these that my mind wanders back to the evening he was born. Everything was going perfectly with his labor, until my doctor discovered his heart rate was dangerously low during the pushing stage. They literally ran me to the operating room to save his life. He had an extremely tight cord around his neck, and apparently no color to his face. Thank God for my doctor's wisdom. I owe him and his team everything. I cannot imagine my life without my son.
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