So not that I'm counting or anything but in 11 days 2 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I can't believe it has been 2 years. It's flown by and it seems it's not slowing down unfortunately. My baby is not much of a baby anymore. He is going to officially be a toddler! Am I saying that right?! Toddler?! What?! No way! YES WAY! Two years old, wow! It's just amazing to me. So much has happened. He has grown so much. From the little 5 lb 6 oz armful of joy Noah has grown into a little boy. He weighs 20 lbs now. As his mother, I see how far he has come in the past 2 years. He is so smart, has formed his own ways of doing things and has developed his own little personality. I wouldn't change anything about him. I love him so much. I cherish the little things he does and says. I praise him for each and every one of his many milestones he reaches.
Can I tell you he finally says "Ma-Ma"!! Yep. I am Ma-Ma. Ha Ha. I love it. It's great to hear him call me and want me. It gives me a feeling that I have never felt before, almost like butterflies with a first love but so much better.
When I go out and about, I always get praises on how handsome Noah is. People ask me how old he is. They think he is about 9 or 12 mths old. Crazy huh? Then I tell them he is almost 2 years old and I get this look like WHAT!?!?!? People don't know. People have no idea. My son was born with Trisomy 21. I love him for the way he is. I get comments like "he is so tiny" or "awww". What does "awww" mean in this case? How should I take that?
On a day to day basis Noah is just like any other toddler :) Really in all honesty he is like a 1 yr old. He is delayed physically, mentally, and cognitively. He doesn't speak as well as a typical 2 yr old should speak. I walk through the stores and I see how people are with their children. Some are mean, hateful, and have no respect for their children. And some are very affectionate and playful with their children. But I think, do they love their children like I love Noah? Do they take their children for granted? I love every minute I get with Noah. Yes, he gets on my nerves sometimes but you know what I would do anything in the world for him and I love him to death. He makes me get up and move forward every day. But when I see these other parents in the store or where ever I see them, I am thinking to myself "Do they worry about their kids the way I worry about Noah?" Probably not. Half of them have not experienced that dreading deep pain or the sense of worrying because their children have to undergo a major surgery or may have a serious medical condition. These parents have no idea. Anything can happen. I am so blessed to have a beautiful little boy with a medical condition. It has taught me so many things and I see life so different. I mean I just don't get it.
People tell me that I don't want Noah to start walking yet. And that I don't know what's in store for me. Believe me when I say it but I DO! I know my son better than anyone else. He is a busy bee! He moves from one thing to the next in less than 2 minutes and tries to make every mess possible in a short amount of time. When he starts walking it will be worse but I am ready! I have been ready! I am so so stoked to see him walk. I am so excited for him to have the ability to walk. Some children don't get the ability to walk, ever! I want Noah to walk. I push him and push him. I hate it when people tell me that I don't want him to walk. They might not mean it as much as I take what they say to heart, but I take it to heart! That hurts me. This is what I mean by people not really knowing how it is to have a child with a disability. They are blinded and I am sorry for them. They should open their eyes and stop being so deceitful. Why are people like that? Be thankful.
And that's all I have for now. I will update more after Noah's birthday. Later Gators!
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