My baby is now 17.
Yes, LD has crept up to the precipice of majority seemingly overnight.
As I write this, it’s at exactly the time he was born. It was a tough labor, but he was worth every push, every bit of pain, and all the fear and excitement that comes with bringing a child into the world.
LD spent the first three or so days of his life in NICU. At 9lb, 5oz, he was the largest baby in there. We worried over him as his breathing wasn’t what it should be. Doctors checked him frequently. Family came in to see him. The priest came in to bless him. And he pulled through.
He had high bilirubin levels that almost resulted in him being hospitalized again, but he pulled through that as well.
And now, my Little Dude isn’t quite so little anymore. He’s tall, smart, funny, handsome, determined, and kind. He’s everything a parent could want in a child and then some.
I’m so proud to call this young man my son.
I love you, kiddo! Happy 17th birthday!