Exactly 7 years ago today, I was in sluggish labor. I was supposed to be pregnant for another month, and have at least 2 weeks of maternity leave that did NOT include a newborn. Instead of having a Leo, I ended up with a Gemini. Because I've spent a lifetime avoiding crushed expectations, I decided not to dream about this baby, but just meet it (we didn't know the gender ahead of time) head on.
This person came into the world, surprising me, and everyone he meets. He is as much an enigma in person as he is in medicine. Sometime in this life we will know how his genetic defect came to be, but I am certain that there will never be a way to quantify or trace how this human has changed the world, least of all, mine.
While Bo and his sister are peacefully sleeping in their room, we're planning their joint birthday party at the Y.
