On The Eve of Your Birthday...

On the eve of your birthday, I can’t help but think how different this one feels. I think I say this every year. 

{Photo of Wyatt, smirking while laying in bed. His shirt says, “A little bit awesome” but you can only see part of it.}

As I lay here typing these words, I hear the same sounds I hear each night. The sounds of his oxygen concentrator, his crib aquarium, and the random pulse ox alarm. While these sounds bring a feeling of familiarity, comfort, and sigh of relief, I can’t help but feel a bit different tonight. 

Last year I wrote 

this about Wyatt’s birthday eve. Tonight I still have mixed emotions, but I also have even more excitement than I did last year. Even though this year has been very scary. We had more ambulance rides than I care to count, more doctors scratching their heads unsure of where to begin with treatment, but also we have had a lot of really great times too. 

Tonight we watched him climb up the stairs with minimal support, we held his hands as he took steps down the hallway, and we laughed together while he touched the pages in the book we read.

{Black and white photo of Wyatt laying on his side in his crib, his thumb on his cheek and hand in front of his face, before his biPAP mask was placed}

I am sad that I tucked in my three year old and tomorrow I’ll tuck in a four year old. But I think I am also eager to see what four brings. 

Bring on FOUR!