Eleven years ago today I went to the hospital with great fear. After numerous tests and sonograms we had been given the option to abort our child. We were told he would not live a year because of a terrible disease. We chose to live with what God gave us and love him any way he came. In the O.R. after getting an epidural and being prepared for the c-section we were introduced to a pediatric neurosurgeon who had been called in because of his "condition." I have never felt so much fear as during that time in my life. Our God is an awesome God. Our son was born healthy. Our miracle baby turns eleven today. He suffers from an acute imagination, but that's about it!