Luca Roy

To the boy who started it all.

To my son who made me a momma earth side.

I have so many thoughts jumbled in my mind about our son, Luca Roy.

Growing up, all of my cousins, except one, were girls. Quentin’s side is all boys. When we were waiting to find out our baby’s gender it was a 50/50 chance. I had such a strong feeling that I was having a girl, so imagine our shock when the king cake was green! I’ll never forget looking straight to my dad and yelling “IT”S GREEN!!” When I was in elementary school, my parents had a son that unfortunately passed away due to anencephaly. So having a son and being able to watch my parents with him has been nothing short of emotional.

The joy we felt is unexplainable. After all of the storms we had endured, all of the sadness. Finally. Our beautiful rainbow baby boy.

He truly was born perfect. With my Diabetes there is always more risks envolved when bringing life into this world. Sadly, during my pregnancy, I was sick for majority of the time while also trying to keeping a tight leash on my sugars. As much as I tried to have a natural birth with no interventions, I had to be induced due to my blood sugars and having pre-eclampsia. Luca’s birth story ended up in an emergency c-section. He was a perfect 7 pound baby who had a little trouble with his sugars. But other than that, he was perfect in our eyes. He truly made the transition into parenthood such a breeze.

I remember going home and just feeling so calm and at peace. Being his mom was such a joy. He was rarely fussy, always content, and smiling away.

At the time of his baptism, Quentin’s mother, Mrs. Denise, gifted Luca a stuffed Jesus. He has never let him go and this is 3 years later. When he was around one, I’ll never forget walking into his room to wake him up and seeing him in his crib. I had the door cracked, and just watched as he help his stuffed Jesus in one hand and pointing away at him with the other. He was in some deep conversation with Jesus and it brought me to tears watching him from the hallway. He was not talking at this time either so re-imagining this scene brings me to laughter now.

Imagine. A one year old boy fussing his Jesus stuffy all while talking giberish. I sure do wish I could have interpreted what he was saying because it surely was serious. Every now and then we still catch him doing this in the mornings.

I pray that Luca always remains genuine with the Lord. I pray that he goes to him, whether it’s to fuss or praise Him.