Im just sitting here watching some mickey mouse clubhouse with my two year old, and I’m wondering how anyone could ever mistreat their children. It is 12:08 a.m. and i only got about two hours of sleep the night before, but even though i am unbelievably tired and maybe even a little cranky, there is nowhere else i would rather be. just seeing him smile at me takes the cranky away. my sons name is donnie and he is such a little miracle. Donnie was born at 23 weeks gestation he weighed 1 pound 2 ounces and the doctors told us he was probably going to die, there was an 85 % chance he would not survive he was on the strongest breathing machine possible and his little eyes were still sealed shut, but we had faith that he would make it. there were a couple of nights that things dud not look good the doctors kept asking us to consider turning off the machines that were keeping him alive so that i could hold my son as he passed away, but we simply could not and would not do it. he had to have 6 abdominal surgeries because his intestines kept rupturing and 1 heart surgery to close a valve, he also needed eye injections because he had rop. but finally the day came six months later when he got to come home and weighing in at a staggering 6 pounds. That was one of the happiest days of my life. so people please cherish your children they truly are the best blessing you can ever receive.