
I remember having the crib set up in the family room so the night nurses could move around, watch TV, get to the kitchen, etc. Joseph couldn't be left alone--ever. If the trach would plug, he would not be able to breath.
A few years later, he looks pretty good, but still has the trach and the hearing aids. I'm thinking this is 2000?
Ah, memory lane.
Ah, memory lane. And all of this is hard for Alex. He saw me looking through Joseph's baby photos and he wanted to see HIS baby photos. We don't really have any. We have a few from his foster family... and I need to go through that material to find those to put in an album for Alex, but two or three photos compared to two or three albums full of baby photos... it is hard to explain.
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