One year ago… We had just come back to New York after spending a few days with Carol and things seemed stable enough to go home. That next day was a Monday and I had hardly gotten through my morning emails when Carol called to say they were bringing her to delivery for an emergency c-section. Amy got in the car, picked me up and we headed to Pennsylvania as fast as we could. It was very hard to imagine this ending well. The doctor called us when we were just outside of Lancaster. Our baby was born just after 1pm. He was critical but stable. The doctor urged us to get there quickly.
We named him when we saw him for the first time in the NICU. A tiny little nothing hooked up to a million machines. The doctors looked pretty glum and everything they said was an “if” and a “we don’t know”.
When he was first born, some people didn’t know what to say to us. They didn’t know if they should say “I’m sorry” or congratulate us – because they didn’t know what the next day would bring. But Amy and I knew that no matter what we had something to celebrate. Every extra hour we had with him, even in the little plexiglas box was an hour more than we thought we had.
And all the “ifs” became “whens” and Benjamin surprised the doctors at every turn.
And now a year later. There were a lot of days we didn’t think we’d be here. Benjamin home, healthy, growing. A little laughing silly guy. A one year old!
It was an amazing year and we both look forward to another year of getting to know our little guy. He’s going to keep on surprising everyone, just you wait.