One "Rucky" Dragon

being obviously pregnant is kind of fun- people ask you when you're due and you just feel so.... well.... i felt great knowing people knew the basketball in my stomach was a baby not just (completely) because of over indulgence in cotton candy ice cream. so i had gone to get a pedicure and the sweet asian nail lady asked me about you. when i told her you were being induced on the 23rd, she smiled SO big and told me you were going to be one "rucky" (translation: lucky) boy! not realizing your birthday was the first day of the chinese new year, and the year of the dragon at that, i had no idea you were considered lucky. in fact, i remember thinking to myself how wrong she was knowing your little heart would be in need of surgery so quickly on your supposed rucky dragon birthday. the whole story is pretty funny really- and I ended up with possibly the ugliest, cheapest pedicure i've ever received. i left the place laughing at my toes, your ruck, and the day in general.

Apparently rucky dragon baby mamas need firework/flower power design for you honey (to make you look so pretty)

PS you did NOT inherit my ugly second toe. PHEW!

so anyway, your birthday came and we found out that you ARE in fact a really really rucky dragon! what i had expected to be some of the worst news i'd ever received from a doctor quickly became the one of the most emotional, humbling, praising, moments of perfection i will never forget. ever.

i really need to sit down and write about the exact moment we found out about your heart but i wouldn't even know where to begin. would i start with your cardiologist's surprise and amazement? some of the only tears, in nearly a decade together, i've ever seen your daddy cry? my overwhelming sense of relief? getting to tell everyone all at once about the miracle? perhaps our family standing in the delivery room praising God through prayer, praise and thanksgiving? it's something i couldn't begin to describe even if i was an eloquent, wonderful writer.

i started this blog to tell you your story, but your story has made you pretty much famous by now. at the hospital you were known as the miracle baby. doctors and nurses made special trips to our room just to meet you. i've received messages, emails, phone calls and more not only congratulating me on having a baby but telling me that your story has restored people's faith in miracles. so often we only talk to God when we need His help, we fail to notice Him and appreciate Him during times of joy.

let me tell you, miracle boy, you are a rucky dragon we praise God for every day!

love you-

mom