I had no clue in how to raise a child and engaged in the endeavor as well I could. The task would have
been daunting enough had our baby been healthy, but with the medical problems that ensued, the
challenge became frightfully overwhelming.
In reading this book, the reader will be drawn into our struggles and tribulations, and will come away
having gained valuable insights into areas such as behavior modification, temper tantrums, dietary
concerns, night-bottle syndrome, scoliosis, Reye's syndrome, Stickler's syndrome, and so much more.
Interspersed in this mix are humorous situations to add levity and fascinating snippets to keep the
reader well entertained.
In spite of all his limitations, I consider our son to be a true gift from God. Hence, the title of the book,
"God's Gift." In fact, the meaning of the name, Shaun, translates to "God's gracious gift."
Hearing that my son would have to go under the knife was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
I was so confused and depressed that I didn't know what to do and wished I could block out all the
concerns weighing in on me. Even though I'd reached the saturation point, there remained another
grave matter I was trying to cope with and resolve. Being denied the opportunity to hold and cuddle
my son, seeing he still required the incubator, I was having great difficulty in bonding with him.
Surrounded by so much hardship, my feelings came to a head, and, in a moment of weakness, I blurted
out to Ann the thought that was occupying my mind. "Ann, perhaps it would have been better if we'd
never had this baby!" I felt so alienated and distanced from him, I couldn't even bring myself to call
him by name.
With her motherly instinct rising to the fore, she admonished me severely. "Hush, Mario! I won't
have you talk like that! He's God's very own gift to us!"