Acorn's birthday was Wednesday. 4 years of the world's best hugs and a deep dive into the world of the medically complex. Who would have thought that a baby less than a pound and a half would, 4 years later, be 35 pounds and waist high on me - so tall that I struggle to carry him upstairs when he falls asleep because his feet are below my knees...I remember when he fit on my chest, between my breasts and my chin.
We're celebrating with family this weekend, and making cupcakes for the NICU.
As a birthday present, Acorn was discharged from PT yesterday, and school ended yesterday, so hopefully on Monday, he and I will be at the pool, working on teaching him to swim, finally.
A mostly normal birthday for a child who is anything but. Amazing, don't you think?