20 years ago, yesterday, my water broke. That had not happened prior to labor during my previous three pregnancies. It was an odd sensation to say the least. Off to the hospital we went. Considering that my second labor was exactly four hours and my third labor was exactly two and a half hours, I expected our baby to be born quickly. This labor needed a kick-start, though and I was induced when I got to the hospital. Being induced took longer, but eventually we welcomed our second baby boy. God knew I loved things to match. I had been preparing myself that it would be okay if we had three girls and one boy and if the rooms were not balanced with two children in each room. I was thrilled that God gave me the surprise of a little brother for Cheney and my matching sets of two girls and two boys:-)
Davin was known as "Baby No Name" for the first day and then the second day, I began calling him Elijah Bruce. After much thought and going over names a lot of times, I realized if this baby did not fit in with the first three who were all in ABC order, the cost of therapy for him was not going to be worth me picking the name Elijah that I loved. We settled on Davin Bruce moments before packing Davin up and heading home.
It is truly amazing to me when I think back to the young mom who brought home her fourth baby. My ideas were so different. I expected that Davin would some day run after his older brother. I didn't realize he would still always be with his big brother. It would just be a little different. His big brother would carry him instead. I knew my boys would love each other, but I had no idea that in their late teens and early twenties, they would still snuggle with each other and that Davin's face would light up every single time he saw his big brother.
It has been amazing. It has been different.
As Davin was growing up, I never could look too far ahead. It scared me. It overwhelmed me. I could not picture what things would be like to have a disabled adult child. I am thankful that God allowed me to be content in the moments and enjoy where we were and not fret about where we were heading.
It is amazing to me that God knew exactly who I needed. I needed that Davin Bruce boy who talks to me with his eyes and his crooked little pointer finger. He was fearfully and wonderfully made and I am so blessed to be his Mom and call him
Happy Birthday Davin Bruce!!! I love you more than words can ever say!!!