Amazing

Sometimes, I stop and think about N and how he spent his first six weeks of his life.  He was constantly (probably 23 out of 24 hours a day) wrapped in a blanket, on strong medications, at one point had to have a feeding tube in his nose, had to have daily therapy due to his muscles being tense from the withdrawals, lived in a plastic bubble, was on breathing and heart monitors, had a furrowed brow due to the withdrawals, and never got to wear clothes other than a white shirt which he wore maybe one day a week.  

Then, I look at my little man and I'm amazed at how far he's come and thank God for all that He's done.