My little man is 8. I don't even know where to start when I think of my little William. He is my guardian angel.
When I found out that I was pregnant with a boy, I was scared to death. I only knew girls. I didn't know how to raise a boy! My entire pregnancy, I worried if I could be a good mom to him. The night he came into this world, everything changed... In more ways that one. He was born on December 22, 2005, 4 weeks early. 3 days before Christmas and when you are in the hospital over Christmas time, it seems like no one is there. I was literally one of the only patients in the maternity ward. Despite being 4 weeks early, William was making huge accomplishments. They sent us home on Christmas Eve. He was wrapped in a stocking. We brought him home and I adored him. The doctors told me to be very careful that holiday season. The flu was bad and his lungs were not fully developed. So, B and I told everyone that they had to stay away until William was a little older. Well, long story short, B and I and Mara came down with the flu. We were all sooooo sick. My mother in law came and took William to her house to get him away from the illness that lingered in our home. I was distraught! My new baby seemed so far away from me and I was so sick, I couldn't lift my head. I laid there crying, wishing that I could hold my newborn boy that I felt I was disconnecting with. That night we received a phone call from my FIL. William was not doing well. He was struggling to breath and had not eaten all day. His lips were blue. They were in the process of rushing him to the ER. We jumped into our car and met them up there, just in time for them to tell us to rush him to Primary Children's hospital. Still to this day, I am angry that they didn't put us in an ambulance. We made it to Primary in record time. The ER had alerted to them that we were on our way, so we had 2 nurses waiting for our arrival. By that time, William was not breathing and his face and lips were bluish purple. Long story short, my little William barely made it through the next couple of nights. Then came the dreaded Dr. visit in our hospital room. William had RSV. His lungs were not strong enough to fight with virus and his lungs were 85% packed with mucus. He may not make it through the night. They sent us doctor after doctor and then social workers telling us how to cope with the loss of a baby. B and I were not active in our church at the time, but we both knew that we had to rely on a power that was stronger than any medical care he could receive. We called my dad and B's dad and asked for a blessing on our little boy. By this time, I had not held my baby in over 4 days. If he moved, the mucus could shift and cause problems. I so desperately wanted to hold my tiny baby. Our dads finished the blessing and then it turned to a waiting game. Again, long story short... William not only made it through the night, but his lungs cleared up almost 55%! Something that does not happen. This little boy of mine, was getting better! That morning they FINALLY let me hold him. It was almost as if I had never held him. I don't think I put him down for weeks.
To this day, he still has breathing problems from the RSV but he is here and I know that he was meant to be here. So much happiness has come from his spirit of adventure and sense of logic. He makes my heart melt and he will randomly tell me he loves me and thinks that I am the most beautiful thing on earth. I love his early morning snuggles and his sensitivity. He is my little man and I know life wouldn't be the same without him!
This week, William not only turned 8, but he got baptized as well. I am so proud of him and thankful for the family and friends that joined us to watch him receive the Holy Ghost in his life.
LOVE YOU WILLIAM!!! Happy 8 my love!
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