Two years ago, we were in the trenches.
Arlo wasn’t even a month old and we had been to more children’s hospital than I care to remember.
Two years ago, my baby couldn’t hear.
We didn’t know if he would ever be able to hear.
It was a long four months of him not knowing my voice.
Two years ago, I was a “slave” to my breast pump.
I longed to nurse our baby. To bond with him through nursing.
Instead I had to find other ways to bond with him.
Two years ago, we were in the trenches. Not knowing if we ever would see the other side.
18 months ago, we went through surgery.
He heard our voices for the first time.
One year ago we had our last (for a few years) surgery. He could eat normally.
One year ago he started to try and talk. Before his palate surgery he didn’t try.
Today you would never know what he has been through.
He is loving, spunky, kind and a handful all wrapped up in a delightful little boy.
He laughs, babbles, and loves immensely.
I was reading posts on a cleft support board, and as I was reading I found myself nodding and reminiscing about what we went through.
Understanding the abbreviations and terms (nam, stents, haberman, pigeon bottler, just to name a few), that I never would have known otherwise.
Looking back, I can’t believe we made it through. I can’t believe we are thriving post surgeries.
I am so proud of our baby boy.