Yesterday this boy turned six years old.
I reposted his birth story on Facebook yesterday and didn’t even have it in me to re-read it.
It seems so hard to believe. The last six years have been hard. I have experienced more stress, more fear and less sleep than I ever have in my life.
Apollo has transformed from: healthy newborn to sick baby to seriously ill toddler to sick preschooler to a more or less healthy six-year-old.
That’s quite a rollercoaster, my friends.
Six years in and I am still afraid to let my breath out; afraid to let go of my hypervigilance.
He has had six surgeries, two of them heart surgeries.
He has completed kindergarten.
He is learning to read.
He is beginning to make his own friends and develop his own interests.
He still only sleeps in his bed all night perhaps 50% of the time and still insists we lay down with him to go to sleep.
We had a very low-key party for Apollo. I stuck to simple games…we made an obstacle course, had a scavenger hunt (designed and led by ten-year-old Tucker), we had a pinata and snacks.
And eleven years ago today a baby girl was born in an ambulance in Tacoma. She had a head full of curly black hair and needed a family. We wouldn’t learn about her for another three days…but when we did we would welcome her into our family, no questions asked. A baby needed and family and we had room for just one more. I was six months pregnant with Tucker at the time, but that didn’t stop us. We had raised “twins” before and we would do it again.
I bottle fed Avi until Tucker was born then I breastfed her for the next year.
Avi and Apollo have rocked our world. Their special needs have thrown our family off kilter numerous times.
These two are loved beyond words.