Meet Jordan

First off, let me say something, any rude, nasty, negative, harsh comments will be deleted and I might come hunt you down....so just dont do it.

Meet Jordan. I dont talk too much about my oldest son but it isnt because Im not insanely prooud, its because it hurts.

Jordan was born at 27 weeks gestation on October 23rd 1998. I was 17. He weighed in at a whopping 2 pounds 1.7 ounces and 14 inches long. Let me tell you, that is TINY!

From Jordan I learned a lot!! I learned how to fallow your gut instinct no matter what the outcome. I learned that Moms (no matter the age) are usually right when something is going on with their babies. I learned to stand my ground, never back down, and face fears I didnt even know I had! I learned its ok to cry...a lot! I learned a lot about friends...some come, most go and only a very select few stay no matter what. I learned you are never to old or to grown up to get hus from your parents.

Jordan was only on this Earth for 4 months. But in that 4 months I found passion! Passion for life I thought I had lost. Passion to help others and hold them through a crisis. And a cause. The March of Dimes is BIG in my heart. And if you have been around me for any length of time, you know this. I am also in the process of going to school to be a nurse. Not just any nurse...but a NICU nurse. I want to be the one holding the hands of those mom and dads and letting them know they are NOT alone and I myself have walked that road.

I would say that in his short life, Jordan tought me more about growing up, how life should be lived and how to fight like no one on this planet could ever teach. Thanks for letting me share my oldest son with you. Today, he would be 12.