To my son

Dear John Michael,

Today you are one month old. Many people never thought you'd make it this far. Some even doubted that you'd make it through birth. And now here you are today, still fighting.

It's hard to believe that I went to the hospital 32 days ago, not knowing that you'd come so soon. The doctors really scared us that night when they said you'd have to come then. I didn't sleep at all that night. I just kept praying to get better. When the morning came I was relieved, I had "baby Mikey" for one more day. I tried to hang on as long as could, but after a few days my body just wouldn't let me anymore. You were born on February 16, 2012 @ 23 weeks and 6 days, my little miracle.

I'm so glad that you got my spunk and Daddy's inability to sit still. I'm so proud of you for fighting so hard and for teaching me so much in this short time. Thanks to you I've learned not to take anything for granted. Each day truly is a gift. For, I am excited about changing your dirty diaper and giving you a "bath" just so I can touch you. I go to the hospital every day just so you are not alone. I talk to you and blow you kisses because I know that you can feel my presence even if they say you don't know I'm there. I long for the next time I get to hold you, to hear the joyful sound of your first cry, and the sleepless nights when you finally come home. All of this I would have never appreciated. Thank you for teaching me these lessons in life.

You may be so small but your impact has been so profound. You are leaving a large footprint on the hearts of those who get to know you. When you get older you'll understand how many people love you and pray for you everyday. It is these prayers that help you get stronger and continue your fight.

Mommy loves you baby Johnny and all of the joy you bring. You are my little angel. I thank God for everyday we have with you and would not change a single thing.

Love,
Mommy