Where do I even start? Let me think back to where we were on December 31st, 2009... Paul and I had made a habit of going and parking somewhere towards downtown to watch the fireworks. Damien was asleep in the backseat peaceful as can be and there we sat, holding hands, talking about how insane 2009 had been for us, marveling at the fact that there was a sleeping child in the backseat of our car, and that he was a perfect blend of the two of us. We talked about our favorite parts of 2009, and what we were looking forward to for 2010. Thinking about it now, I don't remember what we marked as our expected highlight, but let me lay a few out for you as they came to us.
March 28, 2010. Our beautiful little boy turned a year old. Any Mother will agree with me on this one when I say its one of the most bittersweet days there is. Your heart is torn in two emotions: Sadness, and Joy. Your baby is no longer "months" old, he is a full year, and you can't fathom it because it feels like you just felt their warmth on your chest in that delivery room days ago. At the same time its such a wonderful day. They're growing, learning, and thriving...and that is a blessing all by itself. Having a healthy child is nothing to take for granted. We had a big scare a few days before our big guy's first birthday that really opened our eyes to how precious he really is. We had been playing at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and as I was literally a half inch from him and standing rightthere Damien stepped right off the landing of their stairs and somersaulted head over heels down the 10 stairs to the bottom, landing directly on the back of his tiny little head full force. He quickly stopped crying once he was picked up, so we just kept an eye on him. Over the course of the next day he was extremely hard to wake up, lethargic, had vomited a few times and quite the irritable little guy. The medical training in me threw a huge red flag and after talking to his pediatrician we headed into the ER. Two days before my first child's first birthday I stood outside an exam room while his tiny 17lbs was strapped down and slid into this huge enormous CT Scan machine, and sobbed. I remember he just looked so tiny compared to all the huge equipment surrounding him, he got lost in there. It was one of the scariest most stressful nights of our life thus far. No parent wants to see their child injured, or sick, or anything else for that matter. He had a concussion, but within a week or so was back to his normal self. So, two days later, singing Happy Birthday to him, I was nothing but grateful that it turned out ok, and again, marveled at my son :)
May 16, 2009 :) Doesn't need a ton of explanation haha... It was surreal seeing this sight for a second time, and because we TRIED to make it happen. There is something 100% scary and overwhelming about deciding you want to bring a second child into the world. Now we're only 3 weeks from his due date, and we're anxious to meet him. Two boys... I am the luckiest women alive... I've decided its my gift in life to be surrounded by a bunch of handsome men, I lucked out!
I hope that you all are facing a year full of blessings and great memories, a Happy New year to you all!
