The day before and the day of his birthday, I was constantly watching the clock, thinking back to what was happening at that time one year ago. Doing so brought about many tears - of happiness, relief, amazement - and a couple of anxiety attacks. I've heard that some parents of preemies can suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I can understand why. When I think about what I went through, it brings back those feelings of "How am I going to get through this? How are we going to make this work? What is Cayden's long-term outcome going to be?" I think back to the blog entry I made months ago about juggling (See When Daddy's Away from 1/20/11.). I feel now like I'm rid of so many of those heavy and awkward items I was juggling - now I'm down to just juggling, say, maybe three 8-pound bowling balls. I can do that!
So on with the details about Cayden's big day! He woke up in a good mood, as always. Had a nice breakfast of apples, yogurt, and formula before playing with the new presents we and his Grammy Janene and Poppa Dan got him: a toy cell phone, a Winkel ball, a Crawl Along Snail, and some pop beads. Jamison had lots of fun showing him how to use all of them. After another bottle and a nice long nap, we got ready for our guests. Although we wanted to celebrate with the world for our accomplishment, we kept the gathering very small to keep Cayden's exposure to germs limited. Besides Jason, Jamison, and me, it was just a few of our closest friends: Laura, Becky, and Jim.
|Going in for the kill|
So back to the party...Cayden played with his balloon and entertained our guests for awhile, showing off his sitting-up-for-minutes-at-a-time skills, before everyone left.