** Updated, in case you may think the hero below is always a pleasure to raise...he is currently doing hard time in solitary confinement. Twin brother has been sick for days and accidentally coughed on him. Which naturally means he gets to SPIT on twin brother, right? I don't even think so! Boys can be such a pain in the butt!**
Pip came home from the hospital with no less than 9 different doctors and 14 diagnoses. He has since had 10 surgeries to repair, remove or correct problems related to his birth. He has been through more painful procedures and scary treatments than I can count. We almost lost him again at the age of three, when an overdose of Botox (which was supposed to help loosen his legs muscles) left him on oxygen, unable to speak, swallow or sit up. Spinal cord surgery at age 4 gave him the ability to move his legs more easily and made it possible for him to learn to walk. At age 6, the doctors finally removed the gallbladder that kept spitting out stones. Now he could eat a normal diet and enjoy cupcakes at school like other kids! Through each struggle and setback, Pip has pushed forward. He hasn't let his spirit sag or his courage fail. Whenever I have to face something I really don't want to do...I think of my little boy bravely staring down the painful parts of life that he would rather not face.
September 2nd brings floods of memories...bad ones and good. The memories of that day cause me to hug all of my children a little tighter and remember to be thankful for every breath they take. I try to make this day a celebration of life.