My Miracle Baby 👦🏻

8 years ago today, I found out my first baby was on the way. After years of infertility treatments, the uncertainty of whether my body would ever allow me to experience pregnancy, after so many tears that came with each monthly period, on September 27th, my life changed forever. 🥹

I remember the moment the test turned positive so clearly: how my whole body trembled, how I shook with emotion, how I fell to my knees crying and thanking God 🙏🏼, because once again He was fulfilling His promise to me.

These years with my Josh have been the greatest adventure, the most enriching experience. He came to teach me how to live with more lightness, to be my teacher from day one, my accomplice and companion through life’s ups and downs. He’s the one who makes me laugh the most, who drives me crazy with a single comment, who pushes me to work on myself, and who teaches me every single day the purest kind of love. 💙

Today I look at him, 7 years old, healthy, strong, running and playing and I love him more than ever. I thought I loved him the moment I found out he was on his way; then my heart expanded more with each day of pregnancy, and when he was born, I felt the most powerful explosion of love I had ever known. But what nobody tells you is that love only grows. Each year, each memory, each shared moment makes me love him infinitely more.

My baby, love of my life, I ask God to keep blessing you and to allow me the gift of enjoying you in every stage. All that waiting, all those years of trying, it was all absolutely worth it.

I’m also thankful for the doctor who, through an IUI, was part of the greatest miracle of my life. I still remember that procedure: the doctor, the nurse, your dad and I, holding hands while we prayed. Out loud, with complete certainty, I said: “Right now, the five of us—including God—are making a baby, the greatest miracle we will ever see.” The doctor, cold, calculated, skeptical, told me to wait 14 days before testing. The nurse, with gentleness, advised me not to get my hopes up too much. But deep down I already knew: my baby had arrived that day.

And I was right. Nine days later, I took a test, it was positive. Then I took a thousand more, all positive. I knew it. God had promised me, and my Joshy was on his way. ⊕

That’s why every September 27th, I celebrate the day that forever transformed my life. Today, I hold my son tighter, cover him in kisses, and thank with all my heart for the gift of being his mom.

Thank you, God, Joshua, life, for giving me the honor of being your mother. 🤱🏻