Almost three years ago, our beautiful little miracle was born, seven weeks early. I was right in the middle of my 32nd week of pregnancy, reading books about how I had just about 8 weeks left, and that my baby boy still had lots of growing to do. Instead, I walked in to the doctor's office and was told to immediately head for the hospital, "that you may be delivering this baby." Everything I read about my baby's growth and development, future doctor's appointments/pregnancy weeks I wrote on the calendar, were all abruptly and immediately stopped. Two days later, our beautiful baby boy was born, the day before Easter. I'll never forget looking into his beautiful blue eyes right after the emergency C-section. I turned to my right, looked into his beautiful blue eyes, and whispered, "I love you, darling." His sparkling not-yet-newborn eyes seemed to tell me he loved me too, even though he couldn't speak it to me. He was whisked to the NICU where he stayed for five weeks. He grew up into a beautiful and healthy almost-three-year old boy, who was diagnosed with high-functioning autism in January. Everything we read about our boy's development, this time outside of the womb, was now completely changed. But I wouldn't change who my son is for anything in the world. He loves music more than anything, and we sing together before bed every night. While rocking him to sleep, I look to my right and I whisper, "I love you, darling. He isn't able to say right back, "I love you, Mommy"...yet...but just like the day he was born, every day, his sparkling brown eyes tell me he loves me too. With that unspoken mother-son bond...my little miracle shows me with his beautiful heart.

Anonymous
Brea, CA