18 Months Old

My baby is growing up. Today Jackson turned 18 months old. 18 months ago he was fighting for his life to survive. Today he was fighting for his toys with his friend. 18 months ago Jackson was hooked to IVs, on a breathing machine, his eyes were still fused shut, his skin was so delicate it would tear if touched, he was shorter than a ruler, and he weighed less than a bag of flour. Today he is crawling around, standing up, walking along anything he can use to prop himself up with, says tree, kitty cat, mamma, and dadda, rides his radio flyer rocket, plays with his friends, walks with the help of a hand, eats with a fork and spoon, drinks out of a cup, hugs his pooh bear, smiles, laughs, and is a bundle of energy. It is amazing to think how far he has come.