
I may have jumped the gun. Alex had to go back on air support last night, but I’d already posted it as a milestone, a success.

We’re closer to the end. We know it intellectually, but it’s hard to reckon on an emotional level.

What will be the first movie trilogy I expose him to. What will be his first attended sporting event. These things matter.

We’re coming up on eight weeks in the NICU tomorrow, and it feels like we’re back where we started.

If it doesn’t work, and his symptoms don’t improve, they’ll want to go in surgically to close the shunt.

I’ve been trying to find ways to communicate how not-large Alex really is. It’s a difficult thing to understand until you see him in real life.

My son isn’t speaking to me. I stay up late into the night, searching for ways of how to remedy this.