Homecoming Day

Today has been another day filled with memories. One year ago today, Shami and I walked out of the hospital with Oliver. We buckled him into his car capsule, and we brought our baby boy home.

We were scared, we were hopeful, we were sad, we were relieved. For the first time, there were no doctors or nurses telling us what to do, and we had our own private space. For the very first time since his birth, almost six weeks earlier, Shami, Oliver and I finally felt like a family.

It has been a long year, filled with moments of joy, sadness, and painful realities. While many of our optimistic hopes for Oliver haven't materialized, he has nevertheless come a long way. Some of his accomplishments may seem small and insignificant, but to us they are things to celebrate. Oliver has recently begun to move his arms with intention, and he is becoming more tolerant of his mouth being touched. He now knows many of his toys by name, and will turn his head to them when we say their names. Most importantly, Oliver is a much happier baby than before. Although he still suffers and cries too much, the months of unrelenting thrashing and crying have eased up. We appreciate each moment when Oliver is happy and engaged with his surroundings, and we are grateful for every smile he gives us.

Oliver sitting on the deck with a few gifts and some of his favorite friends, waiting for his dad to come back from work.

What a smile! Oliver and Dad opening some Homecoming Day gifts.