I have been considering returning to the blog for awhile now, obviously I took an extra long break because I'm just not the best about blogging. A few weeks became a few months and then it just seemed too long. But, as many of you already know, we are expecting baby number three in just a few short days. While I've been pretty private about things for the last few months, lately I've been feeling like I should share my thoughts on the impending arrival of John.
John Rob Byrd is due on August 24th, but we are expecting him to arrive this week. We found out in March that this sweet boy has Trisomy 18. At the time, they couldn't tell us anything about how long we might have him with us. The timeline was anywhere from losing him sometime during the pregnancy to him living for years, but we always knew that most likely we were looking at a very short time with him. Now, it seems that the time to meet John has arrived. As of now, he's still hanging on, but with some pretty serious issues that they found a few weeks ago. From what we understand, they do not expect him to live long at this point, and we are just hoping to say hello before we have to say goodbye.
After months of processing this information I know this...if there is one job I have as a mother to my boys, it's to teach them about Jesus. It's to help guide them so that one day they accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior. It's to help them grow into strong Christian men. It's to help get them to Heaven. And now, with John, I'll skip a lot of those steps, but I know he's going to be in Heaven.
Do I want him to be here with me? Absolutely! Am I going to be so sad to lose a child, a person that I've loved and felt and carried since I found out about him in December? Of course. We pictured our lives with three boys under 4. We were preparing for the madness of a new baby along with two toddlers. I can still imagine these three boys growing up together and I know it's not going to happen. But something even better is waiting for John. He gets to skip all of the growing pains and mistakes of life. I get to see him again. I have years of hard work ahead to help mold my boys and hopefully to help lead them to make the decision for Christ, but John is already going to be with Jesus. I can't possibly ask for anything greater for my child.
Obviously, I don't know exactly how Heaven works, and I won't know until I'm there. But I like to think that John is going to meet my grandfather, who he's named after and who I've always wanted to meet. I like to think that Celia, my aunt, who I've missed for the last three years, will be there waiting for him. She absolutely loved babies, and she loved me. Now she can love my sweet boy when I can't be there. Not that he will even need anyone else there at all, because John will finally be whole in the arms of Jesus, and that is the best love of all. I wish I could keep him here with me, but I'm excited for him to be with Jesus.
I know that the next few months are going to bring a wave of emotions. I know that I will have happy times and sad times. Good days and bad days. I know that I need prayers more than I ever have. But on the days when things are really tough, I can remind myself that he is in a better place than I can even imagine.