4 years ago, my wife and I were in the deepest of darkness.
Our son, Will, was born 3 mo early, weighing 2 lbs.
Doc explained that infection had moved into his brain. Meningitis.
50% chance of cognitive defects. 25% chance of death.
Tonight he hit an incredible milestone:
Will looked at Mom and innocently asked:
“Wanna see me toot?”
Before Mom could answer, he turned around, dropped trow, bent over, and ripped a giant one.
Atta boy, Dubs! 🤣
More to the story is that this turned out to be Will’s first of two bouts with neonatal meningitis.
He now thrives with the help of a valve and tube that drains fluid from his brain to his abdomen.
More detail on Dubs’ journey here:
I'm here as Sultan of Storage, but my most important title is Rad Dad.
I woke up this morning wanting to tell a story about my boy, Will, cuz I'm really REALLY proud of him.
Dubs is now a thriving 3 yr-old but he had a rough start.
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