Today I would like to pay tribute to my middle boy-- the one and only Jacob Dax. He turned four today, and I've been reflecting back on his birth and feeling so grateful for how far he's come. I remember the second time that he was admitted to the hospital when he was around 7 months old, standing and talking with our pediatrician who said, "I hate to say this to you, but maybe you should prepare yourself for the fact that Jacob's chromosomal abnormality may not be compatible with a long life. We just don't have enough information to know." With the little girl in the only case study of Jacob's same abnormality dying at age 3, I was terrified that he might be right. And yet, here is Jacob: four years old, walking, running in his own funny way, loving like no one else can, making us laugh every day, terrorizing our electronics, outsmarting our childproofing efforts, and enthusiastically enjoying life. How blessed are we!
