The Little Things

Most of the new friends we have made told us that being a parent to a child with special needs makes you appreciate the little things much more. Every milestone is noted and celebrated. While parents expect their typically developing children to hit every milestone at a certain age, it's all a surprise with a baby with special needs and so much more exciting. Plus, they must overcome so many obstacles, that you can't help but be extremely proud, even if the achievement is as simple as reaching for a toy.

I may still be a hormonal mess, but the little things really have begun to amaze me even more. Jacob had his first cold over the weekend and all I could think about was his time in the NICU and how badly I did not want to end up back there. Saturday night as we were getting the boogers ready for bed, I found myself choked up. What happened you ask? Jacob's temperature had lowered and Molly was dancing around to "Let it Go" after watching Frozen. Watching her pure happiness and seeing my baby finally more comfortable, I couldn't help but be thankful.

Every time Jacob smiles at me (it's rare) I get a lump in my throat. Today, I watched him reach for toys for probably ten minutes, smiling the entire time.  A little while later, he puked straight down my sleeve, while also pooping - showing me his array of talents.

I loved watching Molly grow into the wild toddler she is today, but I know watching Jacob develop will be quite an adventure. I think investing in Kleenex may be a good choice.