My Miracle Boy

When T was ten days old he started to act so strangely. He wouldn't eat. He just cried and cried. At five o'clock on a Friday he got a fever. I called the pediatrician and he waited at his office for me to bring him in. Dr. F took one look at him and ordered a spinal tap. Spinal fluid should look like water. His was like buttermilk. We were so blessed because most kids start seizing before they discover they have this particular kind of meningitis. The doctor started telling us how there was a 10% chance he wouldn't make it through the night, a 20% chance he would be able to hear, a 30% chance he would have brain damage, and the list went on and on. I remember the doctor talking to us and I kept thinking, not this brand new beautiful baby. We rushed him to the hospital and there we stayed for six very long weeks. Through many small and many large miracles, T got stronger. In June it will be eleven years. I sure love my miracle boy.