Words can not express how grateful I am for this young man. From th time that I knew that we were going to have another baby, we did everything that we could to protect him. We had to make really difficult choices during my pregnancy with him and I had many issues with that pregnancy but I would do it all again knowing how richly he has blessed my life. While I was pregnant with him, we thought he was a girl so we only had girl names picked out. When we found out a week before I delivered that he was a boy, we had to scramble to find a name. We searched the baby name books and none of them felt right. Grama May suggested we name him Bryson - representing Brian's son and I loved it from the moment I heard it. The name fit him and his personality perfectly.
Bryson has had his share of struggles. His time in utero was less than ideal and when he was 4 months old, he was diagnosed with a rare pulmonary disorder causing him to just stop breathing with no warning signs or reasoning to why he would. When Bryson was 2 1/2, he had an episode that was so severe that he broke his sternum breathing and the broken sternum puntured a lung. I remember being asleep and just waking up straight in bed, running to his crib to find everything soak and wet. Being in a sleep fog, I thought he had chewed the end the nipple of his bottle off but I realized that he was soaking wet from sweating so much trying to get air. I have never felt terror in my body than I did at that moment. All that we had been through and the sacrifices that had been made on his behalf were suddenly going to be for nothing. He was evacuated by air to Phoenix Children's Hospital. His pulmolnologist came in and laid out a very grim picture for Brian and I. The scenarios that she laid out all had choices, consequences and outcomes attached and we had to chose the one that we felt was in his best interest. We chose to not go with a permanent trach in his throat because he would outgrow the disorder between 5 and 6 years old and we didn't want him to have to deal with the trach the rest of his life. We chose to sustain his life and give him the best possible outcome with no residual side effect by opting to give him breathing treatments every 2 - 3 hours depending on how episodic he was. I remember in that moment realizing that Brian and I were his only advocates - no one loved him or were as invested in him as much as we were. I learned as much as I could about his disorder and even went to get my respiratory therapist license so that I could speak intelligently on his behalf as well as be certified to take care of him at home. But looking at him now, even though he has some asthmatic limitations, no one would ever know what he had to overcome. 
Bryson is amazing to me. Bryson, like Hunter, is also a clone of Brian. He is so smart and so funny. He is a perfectionist at all he does which shows in the way he does school and scouts. He is very tender hearted and definetly the "baby" of the family. With 2 older brothers, he has always been treated older than he actually is. But his older brothers do a tremendous job in watching over him and he relys on them. Bryson has a very tender testimony and has a simple testimony of the gospel. I love to listen to him pray or bear his testimony because I am humbled by how truly pure they are. I think that he is amazing and I thank Heavenly Father everyday for the additional treasure in my life, our youngest son, Bryson!
