While it might be the sun rising (or most likely my alarm) that wakes me up each morning, it's this little guy that gets me out of bed each day. Because of him I put one foot in front of the other and face the day head on. I'm so blessed to have my rainbow baby. Without him I'm not sure where I would be with my grief. Not a day goes by that I don't wish I was juggling a 1 1/2 year old Ronan and a 2 1/2 year old Nolan, but I thank God each day that I was given a second chance to have a healthy baby. Ronan is our sun, our moon, our everything.
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