My life has been a whirlwind of ups and downs. I have loved, and I have lost. As I look over at the new life I have been blessed with, I feel a joy in my heart that I haven’t felt in a long time. My trials with lost pregnancies have finally come to an end. I have experienced the birth of a baby boy I never thought would make it into this world. In two days, it will mark the 7th month of my greatest blessing in 13 years.
On October 4, 2011, I gave birth to a 7.2-pound, 21-inch-long miracle of a baby boy! His name is Tristan Ryder O’Neill, and he has melted my cold heart. At this very moment, he is trying to learn to crawl. My heart is filled with joy each morning when he wakes up and looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes! His smile is as big as Texas, and he is perfect—from his fingers and toes all the way up to the birthmark on the top of his head, where he sprouted a little tuft of hair that is much longer than the rest. I am so in love!
He is a mommy’s boy, attached to me like glue. He snuggles, kisses, and pulls out all of my hair, but it’s okay. I have found a patience I never had before. He is a blessing that came into my life just as it was spinning out of control. He has saved me from myself. His little soul was meant to find mine. He was being saved just for me.
People who know me best are aware that I’ve never been very nurturing, but this little man has changed me for the better. He has smoothed away the rough edges and turned me into a more compassionate and understanding woman. So, on my quest for something more, I have discovered my heart—and it belongs to a 7-month-old baby who tugs at its strings each and every day.
beautiful Jamie
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