It is funny to think that this time last year I was laying in a hospital bed thinking about how much I just wanted to be home, how I didn't want to have an IV in my arm, and how badly I wanted to be able to just WALK around the hospital. I felt idiotic when Hunk had to wheel me through the hospital in a wheel chair, but now I know that my complaining then would only be "chump change" for what was about to happen.
This is Punk when he was born. He was tiny, very tiny. And, well, he was very early too.
It is crazy to think that his little body survived, but he did and he is here to stay.
Over the next week I will unfolding the whole story of how this little guy made it and what we learned as new parents. I will also be unfolding piece-by-piece my plan for his sweet 1st birthday! I figure that because we didn't get to really enjoy his birth (I hear it is the most amazing time in a parent's life) that we will have one smashin' birthday party to make up for it. Believe me...it is gonna be a HOOOOOOOT!
And who knows, maybe you will all get to see a video or two of this sweet little boy!