Once we got through the sickness of the initial 5-6 months of life, you were the happiest baby- loving everyone with your smiles and soon your words.
You went on your first vacation when you were tiny. We took you to see the ocean. It was your brother's request and we didn't know how crazy we were at the time!
We also visited about 20 zoos and aquariums. You loved it.
You hated to sit in the grass- this is when you started to get used to it.
It didn't take long for you to scream. I'm wondering if the texture bothered you. I'm sorry, but we thought it was a bit funny.
You were a fightin bugger:
Even when you didn't feel well, you put up with my photo shoots:
Zach loved you. . . most of the time.
You wore 3-6 months clothes on your 10 month birthday. You weighed about 12.5 pounds when you turned one I think.
You started to like grass, by the time it started to die off.
And your first year, you had so many tests and trials. It broke my heart. I didn't want to take pictures, but knew you might want these later. I wanted to only be in the moment with you. This was right before your kidney tests. It was an all day procedure and my first experience with surgery, sedation, and iv's on my baby. :(
You screamed and put up a good fight, but the nurses won you over with fun toys. Next time, we would come more prepared. I'm so sorry there ever had to be a next time. . . and time after that . . .
Surgery tuckered you out always.
Your follow-up appointments were always so chipper and happy for your doctors. It made me think how forgiving and thankful you were and yet you didn't even know what that was. . . I don't think so anyway.
Your first year of life was horrible, gut-wretching, unlike what we would have ever experienced, and the most terrific time of our lives. You triumped over death and you showed us that doctors make mistakes and miracles do happen. You have a spirit that is contagious and love people to an extent that Christ would be proud of. You inspire me, my son, Logan.