I had a dream a couple of nights ago that my toddler had died. I don't remember how she died, only that it came as a shock. I was trying to absorb the fact that she was gone when she just reappeared, out of nowhere. I didn't know if she was real or if I had lost my mind.
I can't remember the last time I was so grateful to wake up. To be able to wake up, because it wasn't real. And I can't stop thinking about a friend of mine, who has been living a nightmare from which she cannot wake up, because it is real. Two weeks ago tomorrow, she nearly lost her baby boy in a near-drowning accident. He is still with us, due to something I can only assume is some kind of miracle, and there is still so much to be done in his recovery.
His birthday - his first birthday - is Friday. To learn more about his story, and see how you can help in his recovery, visit his mother's blog.
Happy birthday, sweet boy. We are so very glad you're here.
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