A year ago tonight, I went to sleep in a hospital room next to our very sick two-year-old. It would be the first of several nights. The nurses had given me something for my headache - it was so bad it felt like my head might explode from all the stress inside. As the medication slowly kicked in and I could listen to the beeping of machines without wincing in pain, I wondered if Spawnling would make it through the night.
Today, we had friends over. Spawn tormented his four-year-old pal and chased Gutsy off the tire swing. He ate homemade pizza, told his dad stories about the Lego creatures he had just built, wrestled with Intrepid, stole forkfuls of my cheesecake, ran way ahead of us on our way to the park and held my hand on all the way home. Tonight, he kissed me, rolled over, snuggled his purple stuffed cat, and fell asleep with my arm around him.
I am so grateful. We were so lucky last year. He is so healthy. We are a good, strong family of five with a tough little guy to complete us.
What a difference a year makes.
I'm done being sappy. I just needed to get that out.
I love you, Jackson. Always.