“It is funny how I remember every detail of that day.” Aunt Tommie’s memory is like a lock box. She remembers many details I have long forgotten.
Last week we were talking about three years ago today. Tommie’s reference was to what began a normal day turned tense when Kimberly went for her OB appointment. We received the call late in the afternoon that something was not quite right and they would be admitting her in order to monitor both her and baby.
After attempts to stave off an early delivery, Dr. Nightingale felt it in the best interest of both mother and baby to head to delivery. We did not realize the gravity of the situation. Cohen was born about eight weeks early and for an unknown reason was smaller than normal. He weighed in at 2 lbs. 7 ozs. That was August 2, 2010.
Today we celebrate Cohen who turns three. His great-grandmother would remind us he is not three until later this afternoon.
Three years later we continue to witness a strong will and an internal drive that likely aided Cohen in those early hours and days after he was born. I think he exhibits determination and drive. These are healthy traits for a little one who battled some significant odds. He wants to do what he sees those bigger than himself doing. Rarely is he satisfied with can’t.
Someone has said that if they knew grandchildren would be this fun they would have had them first. Though obviously not possible, I understand the sentiment.
Happy Birthday Cohen Alan!