(Catching up on my Words & Pictures. ‘Little Things’ was Pip’s writing and photo prompt two weeks ago. The timing was perfect and imperfect. Perfect, for it was the week of Nicky’s birthday. Imperfect, because it was the week of our move. Now, I feel ready to give the subject its due.)
Nine years ago, little things ruled my world. The central little thing was under two pounds, living down the road in the hospital, breathing with the aid of a CPAP, keeping warm with the aid of an incubator, eating with the aid of a tube through his tiny navel, surrounded by other little things.
Little things, like micro-preemie diapers, the size of my palm, which were still too large for him. They covered him midway up his chest unless we folded them down.
Little things, like disposable cameras we left by his isolette, always ready to catch a Kodak moment.
Little things, like the hour each day we got to hold him…once he was ten days old and stable enough for holding.
Little things, like the cc’s we would use to measure his food intake for many more months.
Little things, like the bear Juli bought me when I told her I was pregnant – the bear that now fits in the palm of his hand.
Little things, like the cradle my grandfather made for me twenty-five years before, taking its place in a nursery we would put together in between visits to the hospital.
So many little things dominating our new little family.
And now, the little things are not so physical. They are the little things a mother notices about her son, when she can go weeks (and sometimes months) without remembering how little the other things used to be.
Little things, like his compassion, his willingness to eat salad, his love of Star Wars, his friendship with his little brother, his trust that everyone tells the truth, his acceptance of the things that make him different and his ability to work around them.
Happy 9th Birthday, my big little man.
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April 8, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Sandra
That was beautiful. You are blessed.
April 8, 2009 at 6:12 pm
Sheri
Awe, what an amazing little man! Looking forward to meeting him in person, In June! Happy Birthday Nicky, a bit late. Wow, nine years…
April 10, 2009 at 12:07 pm
Jason
As his father I, too, forget just how things have changed over the years and how much he has had to overcome. Reading this brings back a flood of memories and emotions. I am so proud of him that words cannot fully express it. My how time has flown by. I love you, Nicky, my not so little boy.
April 27, 2009 at 11:32 am
stitchy1
I cannot even imagine having to start motherhood off like that! It really is amazing how a person can start off so tiny and grow to be so big and independent!
April 27, 2009 at 11:32 am
stitchy1
Stitchy1 is me- Angelina. Sorry.