Wow. I can’t quite believe it, but Marcus is five today. He had a lovely birthday, with presents, a cake at daycare and both his grannies here visiting. His auntie (my sister) arrived this evening and his grandad comes tomorrow for his party on Saturday.
It’s amazing to look back over five years and see how wonderfully far he’s come. When he was born, his great-grandmother sent him a little teddy bear. It’s a tiny, cute little thing, about 7 inches long from the top of its ears to the end of its paws (and that’s with its legs stretched out). One day, we went into the hospital to find the nurses had him cuddling with it to help him lie in a comfortable shape. He was barely bigger than the bear. From that day, I started taking photos of Marcus with the little blue bear. I took one at three months, at six, nine and a year. Since then I’ve taken one on his birthday each year. Here’s Marcus today, with the Great Nana Rose’s teddy bear.
And to compare and contrast, here’s that first photo, taken when he was 18 days old and on CPAP in an incubator.
Hasn’t be come a long way? We have been so unbelievably lucky and blessed that he has grown so strong and healthy. Many babies born at his gestation (27 weeks) have all sorts of continuing problems, but Marcus seems to have outgrown most, if not all, of the issues he had.
Thank you Lord, for our beautiful, healthy son. Thank you also to everyone who has helped and supported us, from both near and afar, over the years. It was always been greatly appreciated, even if sometimes we forgot to tell you.