Two days ago, my friend Alyson said to me, "His first birthday - heart issue or not - is going to be an emotional day no matter how you slice it."
Did I expect to be crying within moments of waking up? Seriously. Jay went and got Sammy from his crib just minutes before the actual one year anniversary of his birth and had him hand me two cards - one from Sammy and one from him thanking me for Sammy. Then the clocked flashed the very numbers for the very moment when Sammy entered the world and I turned into a blubbery mess.
It's been a very emotional year, a very hard year, a very amazing year. And it is so comforting to have it behind us. There's something about the one-year mark that seemed so huge to us, as though the first year is the hardest struggle with heart kids, and here - we made it! We made it to one! And he is fantastic! Even with one more surgery looming, it feels like the toughest, most fragile days are behind us. I know that might not be the case, but I'm hoping it is and that he sails through the next surgery and we have so many, many more birthdays ahead of us. He's on a good path - good weight gain (we broke 19lbs!), good heart numbers (we had sats in the 90s the other day!), right on target for all the milestones (talking up a storm and almost WALKING!!!) and just the happiest, most social little man. We couldn't be luckier. (Knock on wood. Please.)
He's no longer a little baby, and I'm so grateful for the toddler we now have.
My dad commented on Sammy's energy, how he has more energy than most kids my dad has known. There was no stopping the kid yesterday - he bowled over the other kids. Literally. What is it about first birthdays that makes everyone insist that the new toddler walk? We didn't get more than a few stumbly steps out of him - soon! - but he played hard and charmed everyone and made it through most of the cake before he had a meltdown - and rightfully so. I didn't schedule it quite right, and the cake came about a half-hour too late, when he should have been snuggled in and peacefully snoring away. Still, he mashed some cake, shared a handful or two with whomever was closest, smeared blue and red icing all over the Little Einstein shirt we had made for him and nibbled on the plastic Quincy decoration before being whisked off for naptime.
It was a great weekend filled with family and friends and a deep, deep appreciation for the support and love we've gotten over the past year. It may not have been said, but it was in our hearts all day long.
He's one now, and the most fantastic one-year-old I've ever known.
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