Here we are, almost a year old... on Friday, the 13th, needless to say! A year ago today, the 11th, I was in pure ignorant bliss. I was wrapping things up for in two days I had a scheduled Cesarean section planned. Had Michael all set, had the house all set... I was all set.
Little did I know, the next 48 hours were to be the calmest for quite awhile. I think we went out to eat, but that was about it. For in the morning on that Thursday, October 13, 2005, little Brady Joseph was born. Immediately problems with his breathing and heart were recognized, along with his jaundice a little while later (see my first post). And thus began the roller coaster ride of doctor appointments and diagnosises.
But in the middle of all this was still a little baby boy, a cutie patootie with soft skin and a mess of hair, who resembled both Tom and, when he was sleeping, Michael. This little boy who needed his parents to help him, protect him, care for him. Love him.
So here we are, another 48 hours until the celebration of his birth. What a year it has been. I never knew heartache before; never experienced such wonder and joy, except with Michael's birth; never had such worries and concern. But this little boy is who he is - and I can't imagine my life and sweeter than the way it is.