The Tiny Corners Journal

At about this time 3 years ago, Leo was just hours old and James & I got the news that it was possible he had a low chance of survival (because of a positive test result for group B strep). Fortunately, it was a false alarm, but on this day, his birthday, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the nurse telling us he couldn’t stay in the room with us anymore; the nurse wheeling him out; the strained phone calls with the doctor; the group B strep fact sheet that casually mentioned the mortality rate; the IV antibiotics being pumped into his pink little wrist; and, oddly enough, the Shins playing on Saturday Night Live.

Enough of that, though. He’s alive and well. He reminds me of my maternal grandfather, though Doc Hoffman and I never had the chance to meet. Leo is stubborn, independent, moody and…well, smart. Tonight, when we got home from eating some delicious Razzleberry’s ice cream, he looked up at the cloudless night and made letters out of the stars. He looked at the stars and saw the alphabet. Yesterday he looked at a Ritz cracked and related it to a pizza. He has a way of thinking that just fascinates me.

Now, I realize he’s my youngest and I’m likely to dote on him. He hung the moon for me (as they all do in their own wonderful ways)…but I can’t help but think he’s awesome and not only in a proud mama’s eyes.