This morning I was feeding Joe and turned on the DVR to catch up on yesterday’s Oprah. Toward the end of the show, she shared this video, which was made by the father of a baby boy born with Trisomy 18.
I was completely riveted, watching how this child spent each day with tubes going every which way and everyone marveling at his progress. I kept thinking how lucky we are to have a healthy baby, whose only problems to date are a crossed eye and a mild cold.
At the end of the video, there were tears streaming down my face. I was still watching the screen when I felt two little eyes on me. I looked down at Joe. As soon as we locked eyes, he let out the loudest belly laugh I’ve ever heard from him. Little monkey!
I gave him an extra big squeeze before his nap.