Dean JUST TURNED ONE and we want to thank you for helping us make all these long trips back and forth to L. Rock Children’s Hospital. We know there will be many more. They are discussing sending us to either Ohio or another state to see a specialist. They say Dean’s case is complicated and they seem to be at a standstill in helping him. We will keep you updated and once again thank you for all your help.
On April 6, 2015 at 8:16 am the Lord blessed us with our little angel, Dean. And on that day my life changed forever. Yesterday was such a happy and sad day for me. Happy because there were times I thought we’d never see the day, and sad because time passes so quickly. All day I couldn’t help but think back to the moment I first laid my eyes on Dean. I cried the moment I saw his face, tears of joy and tears of sadness. We had known for months that Dean would be born with an omphalocele, we researched everything about the defect and what harm it could do but no amount of research could prepare us once he had arrived. Following that day was the most challenging year of our lives. There were sad days, days we were overwhelmed and lost, but mostly there were happy days. Happy because each day was another day our little fighter was here with us, smiling and laughing. Dean is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and every day I thank God for choosing me to be his mom! The greatest blessing I could ever ask for. Deans smile can light up any room, and his giggles can change any mood. He has the sweetest personality, is chatty like his mom, loves to laugh, and is the bravest most resilient boy I’ve ever known. A true superhero, he has taught me more in a year then I could ever hope to learn. My cuddle bug is now 18 lbs 10.5 oz, 28 inches tall, wears 9 month clothing, size 3 diapers, has 6 teeth, stands on his own, loves his new stand up walker, thinks bananas and banana mum mums are the best things ever, is allergic to eggs, loves going outside on walks, sleeps through the night but is beginning to think naps aren’t needed, is an endlessly happy boy, and now is ONE. We aren’t where we thought we’d be by this time, but every day is a new day, and we know God will heal all in time.
To my beautiful boy –I love you more than all the stars in the sky. “Heaven blew every trumpet, and played every horn on the beautiful, marvelous night you were born”.