I met Aaron's Father, my first husband, in high school. We married in August of the year we graduated. In September, he was drafted into the Army! I'm glad I had my little sister with me or I would have been so lonely! A few years passed with lots of ups and downs both sad and happy. I became pregnant, and miscarried, three times, so I didn't hold out much hope for this fourth time. I figured if I made it into my 6th month, maybe this time I would actually get a baby from it! My 18 inch waist became a 48 inch waist!
This time, I lucked out! The pregnancy itself stayed, but I was to have TWINS! Oh my goodness, I didn't know quite WHAT to think!
One night, I dreamed of my baby. The date he would be born, and the time, how long it would take, how much he weighed, how long he was, and even what I brought him home in! The dream felt so real, I told my husband about it, but he didn't believe me because I was supposed to have twins. (There is much more to this, but maybe another time).
The date of my dream came, and my labor started! Kind of scary, especially after being at the Hospital awhile, I looked at the clock and it was almost the time I had dreamed! I watched Aaron be born and it seemed that my heart just exploded with the knowledge that this was TRUE, I really had a living baby, from my own body! I wanted to hold him so badly, but we were waiting for the second baby. The second baby came, and he hadn't developed properly, so was stillborn. My whole real dream had been true!
Aaron was a pretty good baby, he nursed like he was starving, and slept through the night almost as soon as we came home. He was real *go-getter*, I could tell because at only two weeks old, he could turn over on his own! At four months, he could sit alone, and at six months started to scoot around on his tummy! Hard to keep up with! He would scoot all over the house and hide, it used to scare me to death! He walked at nine months, and flat out RAN by a year old. He could talk fluently and clearly by then as well, and it seemed his brain NEVER shut down.
I was with his Father for nearly seven years, but when Aaron was 8 months old we separated. At nine months, Aaron came down with pneumonia! His temp was up to 106! At the Hospital, they said he might not make it and it seemed everything inside me just died! It was nearly Christmas and I couldn't stand the thought that my beloved boy wouldn't be there for it. I never prayed and cried so much in my life.
One night, after visiting him on his third day, he was in an ice bed, and they said this would be the point at which either the fever would break, or he would die. I was home looking in the mirror trying to brush my hair, and I felt someone behind me! I looked, and it was a young man about 17, he put his arms around me and said "Don't worry, everything is all right". I burst into new tears and the phone rang! It was the Dr., telling me his fever had broken! Now, you can believe this or not, but since seeing him in my dream, then having the vision of him in the mirror, I KNEW we had a special relationship and that he would always be there for me.
Layna was nearly 10 years old and I had my baby, so I had lots of locks on the doors, after all, this was Southern California!I started getting Aaron toys he could ride on in the house, and really kind of spoiling him because I was so thrilled to have a baby at last, and he had survived that terrible ordeal of pneumonia. He even had a hamster habitat that covered a SIX foot table!
Unfortunately though, he figured out the locks pretty quickly, and by the time he was a year and a half old, he would unlock them all, (standing on a pile of stacked up things to reach), and take off right out the door with one of his riding toys! Once he got almost three blocks before I realized he was gone! Talk about first rate PANIC!!
I know I can't put everything in this story because it would never end! His first day of kindergarten, I cried my eyes out! He could already read and knew how to add and subtract, how to write his name and where he lived. There wasn't much they could teach him, really.
In seventh grade, he told me once: "Mom, I wish you didn't have to come to the school. You are so young looking and pretty, people will think you are my girlfriend"! Some boys are so charming to their Mom! He did have lots of girlfriends, and he worked and got his first car at 16. I hated that!
He met his wife when he was a Senior and she was a Junior. After both graduating, they wanted to move in together. I was not happy at the idea, but he was an adult now, and after 6 years together, they married.
Their first baby, a boy named Garrett, my First GRANDCHILD!!!! Sadly though, Garrett only lived 10 days and never even got to come home from the Hospital. He was born with many severe defects and the Drs. had told her she shouldn't continue the pregnancy, but they chose to hope and try.
Almost exactly a year later, they had a second son, they named him Eisaya. (I call him MYsaya). He is 14 years old now. They also have a son named Jordan, a Daughter named Paeton, and a son named Jeshua.
Aaron is a *Computer Head*, he has been at his job for 19 or 20 years already, and even has an office where he got to work at home for awhile. He is a Most Wonderful son, of whom I couldn't be more Proud! Such blessings I have!