Joy...That’s the emotion that every parent should feel after having a child. Although that is what my husband and I have always felt, the devil has tried to steal our joy after the birth of each of our children.
Our son Grady was born in March 2014 and after a very scary and difficult birth, we were told when leaving the hospital that he might never be “normal”. He may never walk or talk. He most likely had a genetic disorder that caused both a heart defect and muscular defect in his face. We spent months going through genetic testing and to a pediatric cardiologist. During this period, I was also told that I could possibly have cancer. Thankfully, months later, we were both cleared. Now Grady is able to both walk, talk nonstop (you can attest to this if you know him), and his muscular defect is just a crooked smile. We think it gives him character and couldn’t fit his rambunctious personality more perfectly!
Wes and I spent the next five years praying for another child. We were heartbroken when we lost two of those precious babies, but overjoyed when we were finally blessed in 2018 with a healthy pregnancy! Our journey was long and hard, but worth the wait!! God’s plans are always bigger than ours!
Hudson Clay Irvin was born in March 2019. We went in knowing he had some health issues that would need to be resolved after birth, but what would happen with my health was never expected.
One week after delivering Hudson, I lost the ability to speak and swallow. My symptoms stumped nineteen doctors. I spent the next two months in and out of the hospital. I was on a feeding tube, misdiagnosed with a brain tumor, a stroke, and incurable multiple sclerosis.
While in the hospital, I thought I was going to die. I went into the bathroom and prayed to God to send me a sign that I would be able to see my boys grow up. I wasn’t ready to leave them. I looked over and saw a cross hanging from the soap dispenser. Although, I wasn’t sure of my diagnosis at the time, I knew God was in control and I had a peace that surpassed all understanding from that point on.
Thankfully, I was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis soon after and I am getting to raise my boys because of wonderful medical treatment.
My faith isn’t perfect and neither am I. I have learned that my Lord is and when I depend on him, I can get through anything.
During all of our struggles, our church family was by our side. I call them family because that is what they are. Not friends, but family. When we came home from the hospital they were waiting for us at our house. They came and stayed at the hospital with us. They prayed for us daily.
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With much love,