My birth mother abandoned me at the hospital. I languished in the hospital week after week. At two months old I finally reached 4 pounds. My tiny head and torso easily fit in my foster mother’s palm when she held me for the first time.
I struggled to gain weight and didn’t respond to most sounds. My foster family prayed fiercely over my health. Little by little, I grew stronger and gained my hearing around six months. The doctors never thought that I would live, but I did. The professionals said the circumstances of my birth had caused irreversible damage, but God had the final word and reversed it. My birth mother was overcome with guilt and shame and came back for me.
I have been reunited with my birth family and together with my former foster family we are stronger together. I have already overcome so many impossible hurdles, and I haven’t just lived, but I have thrived.