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Today, my big boy turns four.

There was a time that I thought this day would never arrive. As I've mentioned before, I suffered from a severe case of pre-eclampsia during my first pregnancy. My little boy was born 8 weeks early at a whopping 2 pounds, 13 ounces (his growth was restricted due to high blood pressure associated with the pre-eclampsia). He remained in the NICU for the longest 35 days of my life. I was in the hospital for 3 weeks myself. There were times when it seemed that one or both of us might not make it back home.

But we did.

And now he is four.

And he is tall and lanky and smart and inquisitive and hard-headed and silly and stubborn and loving and an extremely-good-listener (when he wants to be). Both of my children are a blessing, but my oldest son is truly a miracle.

Happy birthday, Angel. Mommy loves you.
Veggiecrocker said...

I had nearly the same scenario with my eldest. He was almost 4 lbs., though, so only had to stay in the NICU for 3 weeks. I was pre-eclamptic as well, I remember how scary that was.

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