This is such a gorgeous letter from a dad to his son. The love this father has for his son is so special, he is blessed to have a father that cares and supports him constantly. Check out the rest of this blog which has wonderful and interesting stories about the life of balancing marriage, parenting and being an athlete.
I was awake. I rested there on my side, watching you sleeping fitfully. Shallow breathes. And each drawing gaps between your ribs. Retracting.
We’ve been down this road before. The fear is familiar, but I haven’t learned to compartmentalize it as “just part of it”. That’s what I say out loud when someone asks me how you’re doing.
“How’s Max doing?”
“Oh, he’s fine. The breathing problems are just part of it,” I say. “He’ll grow out of it.”
Preemie boys have respiratory problems. That’s just part of it. And dad’s stay up all night watching their sons breathe.
It’s a seasonal allergy thing. Spring and Fall are your triggers. It happens fast. One minute you’re carrying 10 pounds weights around the house, jumping on your bed, or wrestling the dog. And then you’re coughing, struggling to breathe, lips turning blue.
A couple 0f nights ago you…
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