From this day forward, I am going to do better. I'm going to work really hard at being thankful this time of year instead of sad. As much as I LOVE THE HURLEY NICU, I never go. I talk to lots of people from there but I rarely walk through the doors. It is the place that saved my sons life but its also the place I watched him almost die…multiple times. My blood pressure rises and I start to get sweaty and my stomach hurts when I go there- so I don't. This year Easton's birthday is on Sunday and his Primary nurse is working. We are going to get up, go get some birthday treats and thank those sweet souls inside the NICU for the fact that he is here to have his 3rd birthday. Sometimes life is about lessons learned. I'm learning as I go how to be the Mom of a son I almost lost. Its important to me that he is treated normally and just like my other kids. On the flip side, I need to work on letting those hard and scary feelings come back to me and not blocking out what life handed us. We are better for the struggle and Easton is certainly the strongest little boy I know and my hero.
|That poor little chest!|
|Team Easton !|
Thanks for all the prayers the last few years. This "little guy" ( as he refers to himself) is going to be just fine.