Clearly, we had no idea that the whole pregnancy was actually cake in comparison to what we were about to endure. You've all read the story and followed his journey and I continue to be forever grateful for all of the support. As his Mom, I'm not over it yet. It's not old news to me. I continue to lose sleep and be haunted by the experience on a daily basis. I can't look at him and not think about what he has been through. All children are special- I believe that. I love Carter and Paige with my whole heart and being. They are my babies and they were meant for me and I was meant for them. Easton feels a little different. At the risk of sounding crazy (which I may be,) I think he was sent from above for a reason. He is here to make a difference. I just cannot imagine that he survived his first month of life without a purpose. I cannot wait to follow him through life and see just what he has to offer. Trust me- he is going places.
When I say "we made it," I really think the worst is over. I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel for so long. Once he came home from the hospital we were always scared. Worried if he was OK. It didn't help the adjustment that he screamed all the time, couldn't eat or gain weight, and didn't sleep a wink! It's so different now. He still isn't the greatest eater and he doesn't sleep thru the night but he is happy. He has a smile for just about everyone and he melts my heart every time he looks me in the eye. He is gaining weight and so much more content. In fact, he is a great baby. I'm not delusional and I do anticipate a rough winter because he does live with Paige- and she has yet to make it a winter without RSV and breathing treatments. I hope and pray everyday that his lungs are greatly improved and he will tolerate sickness better than the last time. The biggest difference is that we aren't living in fear. We are enjoying him and I think that has to mean that we made it.
Thank you God, for giving me this little boy.
Disney World post coming soon...