4/28/10

6 years ago yesterday

I was hooked up to wires and machines, and I had tubes and bags hooked up to me. I couldn't move, I had a huge opening running down my middle and I felt like a truck had hit me. Hard. People kept coming into my room every few minutes, prodding, poking, and just generally bothering me. Morphine was just an acquaintance- not my friend. My baby was in a glass box being watched for God knows what- little wires and sticky things everywhere.
I just hoped to beat the odds-or to live long enough for him to remember me- and not just in pictures.

Well, yesterday was his 6th birthday. I'm fine (knock on wood)  and so is he. He grew into his enormous head- and the seizure that a nurses aide thought she saw him have has never been seen again.

He had his first recital last night
and he's not a baby anymore.

5 comments:

Cookbook said...

What a cutie--look at all that hair! Happy birthday to him!

Mella DP said...

Happy Birthday, Max!

LOJO said...

Max says " I had a good birthday, thank you "

He had two birthdays- one on Monday with the family and then the one on Tuesday (his real birthday) and his singing thingy.....

Middle Aged Woman said...

The girls are gonna be loving the curls!

LOJO said...

the girls already do!