Eleven years have passed along with approximately 20 surgeries/procedures and my child is still noted as special (to me). He's driven himself into the O.R. all by himself for several of the surgeries on the toy cars donated for the children to ride as they await their name to be called, showing amazing bravery. He's probably much brighter than the nurses 11 years ago ever figured he would be. He's both hearing and deaf, now. He has the best of both of those worlds at this moment. And he is fully aware that one of the biggest surgeries is waiting for him when he's a teenager...jaw distraction...and he's worried most about his upcoming 11 year old visit with his pediatrician, where his school has confirmed he'll need a shot before sixth grade (go figure). He has friends, he has fun, he has family...and now he has glasses!
Happy Birthday to my baby!!