Tattooed Mommy

When I found out I was pregnant, I actually put into thought whether I would be one of those moms that got a tattoo representation of each of her kids.  I'm not a tattoo addict, I have a few.  I have a really stupid one that I got a when I was 18 that is the stereotypical "first tattoo"  picked it out of a book and everything.. and not it's NOT a rose, it's not THAT stereotypical.  My second tattoo was one that I designed and I still like it.  I'm just not fond of the location. THAT is stereotypical - my lower back.  My third tattoo I got 2 summers ago, it's on my foot and I LOVE it.  It's a dragonfly and stars with the verse Jer.  29:11.  It was representative of a turning point for me (3 months later I was engaged!) and the fourth tattoo was my engagement ring - the greek word pistus which means faith.  Dana has a matching one and I LOVE it.

So, after Avery was born and I decided I indeed wanted a tattoo that reminded me of what a miracle he is (as if his cute little face isn't enough??!!!)  I spent some time thinking..ya know, about 4 months.  At first I thought I would get his little ankle band from the hospital on my wrist.  But then I realized the writing was just too small for that to be a quality tattoo.  Then one day as I was sitting on the couch remembering that day, it came to me.

The day that Avery was born, I was very sick.  I was throwing up, had diarrhea and was a little scared but I felt Avery have the hiccups twice that day so I knew he was okay.  Later that night when we decided to call the midwife, she asked me if I had felt any movement and I said, "YES, he had the hiccups earlier"  She wanted me to come in to be monitored.  As you all know, he was born later that night, via emergency c-section.  The next morning that same midwife came in and expressed just how glad she was that we thought to call and that we came in and she went on to say " I knew when you told me ALL you felt was hiccups that he was in distress."  The VERY thing that had given me HOPE that day was also what told her that he was in   trouble.  Hiccups saved my baby boys life.   Well, God saved his life but through hiccups he spoke to us.  Yep, that God of ours is amazing.  And so is my son, my little hiccup.