My son is 7!

Caleb is seven today. We celebrated with family, enjoyed an afternoon of bowling and eating cake and ice cream till it hurt. It's hard to believe how big both my children are getting.



He was two months early when he was born. After our car accident, my water broke and I needed to have an emergency C-section. It was not the midwife assisted birth I had been planning. He weighed 4 lbs, 4 1/2 ounces and for the longest time I was scared he wouldn't make it. Failure to thrive they call it. I was careful to pump breast milk every two hours and would bring it right over to the NICU down the hall. I could not have my baby in the room with me. He needed a breathing machine, and he was monitored 24/7. That and all the injuries sustained by my husband, myself and our then 3 yr old daughter was enough to make the whole situation horrible. At the time I could never had envisioned the spry, bouncy, fun loving boy he has become.



He has simply bloomed in to the sweetest boy you could imagine. He cuddles with me every morning in bed after my husband leaves to get ready for work. He gives me random hugs all day long. For all of his health concerns and doctors visits throughout his life he has taken it all in stride, with a smile and go-with-the-flow attitude. He's rambunctious for sure, a force to be reckoned with on the soccer field, or any sports field. He's intense with nearly everything he does. He tries his best at every step and I know that no matter what the future holds for him he will achieve great things.