It’s hard to believe Wyatt’s first visit with Santa was while he was in the NICU, spending a good amount of time fighting hard against the odds. I remember wishing for some normalcy in our days, but also being so very excited that he would get to meet Santa. Now I can’t help but chuckle because we got to see Santa without fighting a million germs. The “perks” of being inpatient in the hospital, I suppose. We didn’t have to fight any lines of people, only all of his lines for feeds, oxygen, heart rate, pulse ox, and IVs.
This was his first visit with Santa, almost three years to the day.
So tiny. He was so small he fit in a stocking that year. I wonder if he’ll let me try stuffing him in a stocking this year...
He got to see Santa again this year. This year poor Santa had his beard tugged and his glasses pulled off. But it was just as magical.
We remain forever grateful for the progress he’s made these last three years and the memories along the way. Wishing each of you a magical Christmas.
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