One Year Ago…

One year.

August 29th marks the one year anniversary of the day that my life changed forever. I was driving back to work, after dropping my older kids off to our babysitters’ house, when my phone rang. I looked down and noticed that it was my wife’s doctor and I knew that something was wrong because he NEVER calls me. I answered the phone and the tone of his voice immediately confirmed my feeling and he asked me, “Are you driving?

The Essence of Fatherhood…

“I love you son.”

“I am so proud of you.”

“I know it hurts baby. Keep fighting.”

It’s 2am and my baby boy is really struggling. Struggling to breathe. His cold has taken control of his little body at the worst time and has filled his throat, his nose and his mouth with mucus and he cannot get rid of it. No matter how much he sneezes, no matter how much he swallows, no matter how much he coughs, it won’t go away.

A Lesson From My Baby Boy…

Sneeze, sneeze…

Cough, cough, cough…

Gag…choke…

Now we are moving and rushing to his crib. My wife grabs Timmy and quickly brings him to the bed while I rush to grab the bulb syringe, kleenex and nasal spray. Our baby is struggling to breathe and there is so very little for us to do and yet we are desperate to help him. Timothy is fighting through his third cold in his six short months of life and it feels like he is losing.