People often ask me how Emerie does with all the things that Evan has going on.
While we were in the hospital, she struggled at times, of course, but she really doesn’t know any differently than having Evan for a brother.
For all she knows, all babies spend months in the hospital and come home with little tubes in their noses and have to go to doctors’ appointments all the time.
I just love how normal it is for her.
When Evan still had an NG tube, it was so cute how she would say, “Oh! I’ll fix his tube-y!” when it would start to creep out of his nose a bit, even though I often had to direct her to be a little more gentle at it.
She doesn’t seem to notice his scars one bit. She doesn’t think anything of the sound of the feedback from his hearing aids. When he was in the hospital, she walked down the hall and waved at the nurses like we were walking down the street in our own neighborhood.
The thing she notices most of all? The way she makes him smile.
We should all be so lucky as to have someone who looks right past our roadblocks and sees us purely for who we are.
I know that things like his hearing loss or the time he spends in the hospital for surgeries or procedures won’t always feel so normal to her, but I’m just so thankful that he is just like every other baby in her eyes.
…Except that he is way more special, because he is hers.