You Have Come A Long Way Baby – Revisited

Then you were only 1 lbs 12 ozs.
Sam the Anti-Preemie At Brith
At 3, you were 31 lbs.
Sam The Anti-Preemie Now
Now, you are almost 50(?!) pounds
Sam the Anti-Preemie

 


 

Then your heart had a leaky valve.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then

At 3, a tiny clip has done its job and your heart is perfect – and you are learning the art of shaving.Sam the Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, you are doing martial arts.
Sam the Anti-Preemie does Martial Arts

 


 

Then you needed a machine to help you breathe.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, your lungs could carry you through a rousing rendition of “Mercedes Benz”.

Now, you and your sister write our own songs to sing – all the time!

 


 

Then you needed an isolette to keep your body temp normal.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you could burn a 104 fever for a day and survive (and mom can get through it without panicking).
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, I can’t keep you out of the ocean – even if its freezing!
Sam the Anti-Preemie Jumping in the ocean

 


 

Then you were only 12 inches long.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you spilled out of my lap in every direction.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, only your sister is crazy enough to try and hold you in her lap!
Sam the Anti-Preemie in his sisters lap

 


 

Then your eyes were fused shut.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you saw everything- whether we want you too or not.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, there is no stopping you – especially around books and writing your own stories.
Sam the Anti-Preemie writing

 


 

Then your skin was so fragile, we were limited in how much we could touch you.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At age 3, you could tumble on a playground black top and stand up yelling “I’m ok”.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, you are riding a bike and pretty darn fearless.
Sam the Anti-Preemie on his bike

 


 

Then your body was covered in freakishly long and thick blond hair- but your head was bald.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you had a head of beautiful blond curls.Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, your hair is still a blond curly mess – but at least you let us cut it!
Sam the Anti=Preemie Smiling

 


 

Then you were surrounded by the amazing and talented staff of the NICU.

At 3, your daily adoring public was smaller but adores you more than they thought possible.
nowpeople
Now, you have best friends and classmates and teachers that adore you.Sam the Anti-Preemie and Charli

 


 

Then you had tubes and wires coming out of you.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you were free of all synthetic medications and support.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, you are a force of nature with nothing, and I mean NOTHING, holding you back.
Sam the Anti-Preemie Selfi

 


 

Then your food intake was measure in milliliters – causing frozen breast milk to spill out of my freezer.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you would hoover food down like I may not remember to feed later.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, you eat while on the move.
Sam the Anti-Preemie and food

 


 

Then you were so small, not even the smallest of preemie clothes would fit you.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you are busting out of your size 2T clothing.
Sam The Anti-Preemie; Now
Now, I can’t keep you in shoes in clothing as you are growing like a weed.
Sam the Anti-Preemie outgrowing everything

 


 

Then, the preemie diaper was so big, we had to fold it in half to fit you.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, you were in the largest size of non pull-up diapers available.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, diapers are a distant memory. You are just a big, goofy kid.
Sam the Anti-Preemie as a Pig

 


 

Then I had to leave you every night alone in a hospital.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Then
At 3, I got to read to you, sing to you (while you laugh) and tuck you in every night… And sometimes sneak in just to look at you sleep.
Sam The Anti-Preemie: Now
Now, I have the honor of watching you every day: grow, thrive, love, laugh, and LIVE.
Sam the Anti-Preemie with Cousin V

 


 
Then – I had no idea how you would change me. Now, I would not go back for anything in the world.

I love you my boy. Happy SEVENTH Birthday.
Sam the Anti-Preemie Hands
 
 

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