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As I walk into the hospital ward I can immediately here his cry. His unique, "I'm frustrated, do something about it." cry. (It involves a lot of huffing and puffing)

The nurse meets me and runs through the list of things she has tried to make him stop.

I reach his bed, "Babu, what is wrong?" I say.

(photo credit to Megan Kennedy/Sarah Briggs)

He immediately stops and moves his eyes towards the sound of my voice.

I scoop him up and as he sits nestled in the crook of my arm he grins.

My boy recognizes me.

This is HUGE.

And the warmth that runs through me has nothing to do with the fact that it is 100 degrees outside.

The doctor walks over, "This boy is severely delayed."

I want to scream, "Don't you see? He recognizes me!!"

Instead I smile and say, "Yes, sir. But you don't know how far he has come."

From a 4 pound 9 month old who had to fight and gasp for every single breath.

While having seizures every 15 minuets that have robbed him of sight.

And total body muscle spasms every 5.

To the boy who today discovered a new bubble blowing trick

If only he could stop laughing at himself long enough to do it.

My mama heart is bursting at the seams with blessings.

My miracle boy knows my voice.

It takes time but love is winning.

It always does.

New sounds require serious thought.
 P.S. I am a sucker for cross eyed boys with comb overs