We have been blessed beyond belief this past year, primarily because this was a milestone we were told so many times we would not see. One of the respiratory therapists who cared for him early on told us today that he was the sickest baby he's ever seen who has survived. And he has more than survived; he's thrived.
He's doing better than many babies born of similar circumstances. He spends about half his days off the ventilator on humidified oxygen. He takes part of his bottles by mouth. He sits up and rolls over. And he smiles a smile that makes everything seem right. We're told the day will come when his lungs are more good than bad, just how soon is still not known.
If there's anything I am sure of it is that he knows he is surrounded by people who love him unconditionally and would do anything for him. I only wish we could give him the one thing he needs most; lungs that are undamaged from the battering of high frequency jet ventilation.
The past year has been filled with challenges for sure. But having such a wonderful little boy in our lives has been worth every agonizing moment. And the one ahead holds the promise of a healthier baby and happier parents.
So happy birthday, my sweet son. Daddy loves you more than you will ever know.
