Dear Trio (1)

Dear Son
So this last week has been one of those weeks I'm grateful you're not a girl as it is apparently obvious that you are not a girl as it is abundantly obvious you have my temper. Also you have had this knack for being lazy, not wanting to walk, throwing fits, getting into my purse (and tearing a check thank you very much), wanting your pacifer at all times of the day for some odd reason and just giving me a preview (roughly eight months early) of what the Terrible Twos is going to be like. And while there have been times I wanted to rip my hair out one thing that helps me at the end of the day is that we almost didn't make it here.

While the pyloric stenosis surgeries didn't seem fatal the open heart was because your surgeon made sure that I knew what one of the outcomes could be. And while everyone in the OR said you did great and everything got fixed it was still hard to see you after surgeries with machines having to breathe for you, having to have help to pick you up because of everything you were connected to, and just watching you like that, it was hard for me. There were times where I feel like I was walking on that edge of sanity not sure of where I would go wondering what would happen to you as you got older. I asked your cardoilogist and he assured me you would be able to do the normal boy things like run, jump, play, climb, do sports he also did tell me we would have to know your limits. Which means that we as parents are going to have to watch you closely and then teach you when to stop playing and you may never be the star QB or the basketball star or baseball's MVP.


But then again, who knows? Maybe you will be one of these things. Maybe you will show your mother's tenacity (because you know son she had some health problems when she was born too, but that's a story for another day) and you will be able to do all this stuff and more. Whatever the case even though right now you are entering that toddler stage that makes every mother in the world wonder "Why the hell did I want kids" and even though you have my temper and angry face (which makes for some hilarious photo moments I'm sure) you are my wonderful little miracle. You are a fighter, just like your mother and father and the other family members who came before them on both sides. So I keep this in mind and try to hold my temper even though I know I'll lose it occasionally rightly and wrongly so because I love you my wonderful little boy.

But can you please stop trying to eat your diaper cream?

Love,
Mom