Jackson, 2 days old. Our 6 pound 6 ounce sweetie:
One month old, finally home from the NICU:
2 months old, beginning the NAM procedure:
3 months old, NAM with nasal stints (we hated this):
4 months old, just out of surgery. What a trooper:
5 months old, recovering:
6 months old, our precious lil guy:
So here we are... the 6 month milestone.
Jackson, although it may not seem like it all the time, I love you. You are my lil companion, my "bubba luv", my son. I'm sorry if I get frustrated with you at times, whether it's because I have to put down that tube over and over again because you can't take a bottle, or that you get so wiggly you spill the entire bottle I just pumped for you, or you just won't go to sleep because you're a night owl like your Daddy. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. I know the past 6 months haven't been easy for you. You have had to endure in the first months of life more than many have to face in a lifetime. And yet, you smile. You have a way of brightening up the worst of days, of making me laugh when I lose sight of what truly matters. Thank you, Jackson. I wouldn't change you for the world. I wouldn't want you to be any different than the endearingly sweet, smart little boy that you are. You make me a more broken, kind, patient, and compassionate person because of what we have to walk through together. I love you my baby son. You are perfect in my eyes.