Aidan is three today. I find myself wondering how on earth he could be three already? It's so cliche and oversaid, but it really feels as though yesterday we were on the roller coaster that surrounded his birth. I spent a lot of yesterday re-running the events of those weeks in my head, both the time before he was born spent in the hospital and the time after, in the NICU and in the peds unit. I'm grateful for the doctors and nurses who were there to care for him as he flashed us a glimpse of his stubborn streak by being born six weeks early despite our best efforts. I'm thankful for my Mom, for taking care of Emily and Jake while Dave and I figured what we had to do to be able to bring Aidan home, for Janelle and her visits with food and comic relief, for all of the friends and family that prayed for Aidan, and for Dave, who was there for every single minute of the craziness of those weeks, for every tear and setback and triumph.
Last night Aidan knocked quietly on the door, then came in an whispered to me "I snuggle Mom?" Lying in the dark with my sweet boy asleep on my chest reminded me of all the time we spent together, him sleeping on me, when he was first home from the hospital. I cherished those nights, and I was happy I was able to hold him again last night. I've said it many times recently, but we're truly blessed. Happy birthday, (not so) little man!
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