Blessed

So, the boy's been to daycare enough that a thought's really begun to filter, through. We got lucky. We're blessed.

This little boy.. who's gone through everything the little boy's gone through, dealing with his GERD, is happy and sociable. He loves his daddy and he loves his mommy. He loves smiling and giggling (not hurt by the fact that mommy and daddy love his smiling and giggling too. Positive Reinforcement, I'm sure.) He loves smiling and flirting with anyone who gives him attention.

He's getting some real muscle. His size and weight is progressing normally (even though he is a little small for his age, which will likely change, I'm told, as he gets older.) He's where he should be, developmentally.

In other words, despite everything, he's not just normal.. he's HAPPY, he's CHIPPER. He's "NORMAL".

He's an attention-seeking little dork who thrives on the spotlight (sounds like another dork I know. ;D )

It boggles the mind. I'm glad to say it, but it just.. boggles the mind how a little boy could go through what he's gone through with the gas pains and the spit ups and the not getting enough food and still be growing up to be so normal, relatively speaking (He DOES have me for a dad. He's never gonna be NORMAL.)

We weren't sure how he'd do with Daycare, but he's thriving there, as he's thriving everyplace else in his life and that's a truly gratifying thing.