Yesterday was DS#2's 15th birthday. I haven't even had time to search for pictures of him to post here, he's probably very happy about that. Maybe I'll post some later today.
DS#2 is an amazing kid. He decides he's going to do something and be good at it and he practices and practices and practices until he drives us all crazy. He decided at 13 he wanted to play basketball. Had never ever stepped on a basketball court, had no clue about the rules or how to play the game, but he went, tried out and made a team. I would wake up in the middle of the night, check his room and he'd be gone. I would open the front door and there he'd be, shooting hoops at 2am. I'd make him come in, go to bed, apologise to the neighbors the next morning and they all love Jack. They said anyone with that much determination can practice outside their bedrooms windows as long as he needs to any time day or night.
When I look at him today, it's hard to believe that 15 yrs ago the doctors couldn't tell me if he was going to live or die. He was a preemie, 6 weeks early but weighed in at 6lbs 9oz. The emergency c-section was routine, but he swallowed amniotic fluid and his lungs were just underdeveloped enough that he had to be put on a vent for a few weeks. I can't even begin to write my feelings about this time of my life and his. My emotions were all over the place. Fear, love, lonliness, and a pain and aching for my child that I hope to never ever feel again because I don't know if I could ever handle that kind of pain again. My doctor kept me in the hospital as long as he could, but finally he had to send me home. I still find it hard to write about the weeks he was in the hospital, but to see him today, healthy, happy, well as happy as any 15 yr old can be, my heart is so full of love for this child of mine. I hope that one day he knows, truly knows, how much I love him and how much he means to me.
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What a sweet post :)
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