WOW it is 2010. It looks strange, it sounds strange. I can't believe how fast time is going by. Brendan is 7 years old. He is constantly telling me "mommy I'm so big, I'm not little anymore, right?" He loves getting big. He has been doing very well lately. He is always progressing in his speech. He is talking in fairly clear sentences. He is correcting his own words that sound a bit off. He can say the sound F for the first time this past week. It is very exciting. He still needs a reminder but if you ask him to say a word that starts with f...he can!!! It brings tears to my eyes. He has come so far. At the age of 2 he said one word, bye. That is because he loved when therapists and doctors were done and he would shout BYE!!! I am pretty sure (my memory is fading) that he didn't say much more until the age of 4. He could say a few words here and there but not much so to think at age 7 he would be speaking (fairly clear) full sentences is truley amazing. I am thankful he is always progressing in all areas.
He is getting stronger and stronger as the years go by and he loves it! He now asks to put the forks on the table for dinner so I hand him 5 forks and while in his walker, he holds onto those 5 forks and walks to the table and puts a fork at each place. As I see him struggle to walk around each chair and get that fork onto the table he has the biggest smile plastered on his face. You can tell he is so proud of himself. He likes to 'help' make dinner and lunches. Now his helping is constantly wheeling over my toes in that walker or eating everything we take out for lunches but he loves it and it makes him feel big. He can now open the dishwasher and fridge doors in his walker without falling onto the floor. He can flip on and off light switches without struggling. This only too a few weeks to master. I don't even get nervous he will crash to the floor anymore. He is getting confident and strong and I love it!!!
I just can't believe he is 7. That just sounds so old. I think of the past 7 years and how difficult some days have been, how much he has been through, how much he has endured, and of course how much he has progressed. He is always such a trooper. He is a fighter and he gets through every procedure and surgery without much setback. He is the type of child who flirts with all the nurses in his scrubs and is smiling and walking around in his walker thinking he owns the place until he is put under. He is amazing!!
It was Thanksgiving day back in 2002. I was only 23 years old and my life forever changed on that day. I had a placental abruption and Brendan was born at 33 weeks. He lost oxygen during delivery due to incompetent care but was a fighter and turned 17 this year. My journey in life over the past 17 years took many turns I was not expecting but I try to stay strong and have my husband by my side even when I am not.
Progress is a great thing :)
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