Jacob was my constant when I was in the hospital being monitored before he was born. For 10 straight weeks 24 hours a day, his heart rate was steady and variable and beautiful. Unlike his brothers'. He measured bigger than John via ultrasound and so I had this false sense of security before he was born. I thought he'd be bigger, stronger, healthier. But he wasn't. Well, he was a little bigger, but he was anemic, so pale and sickly looking. He also had breathing problems in the beginning. Once in the NICU he was put on CPAP but then had to go on the ventilator which almost broke my heart. I would go visit my little peanuts in the NICU and Jacob just didn't seem well. Not that NICU babies ever are, right? I worried about both of my 33 weekers, but Jacob really scared me.
One day though, he just turned the corner and made leaps and bounds. He went from being a few weeks behind his brother in progress to being even. Now they mostly do things together.
Jacob is my snuggler, my observer, my explorer. He only pushes one of my buttons, and for that I'll always be eternally grateful. He decided he was done with diapers and somehow got John on the potty training band wagon as well. I owe this kid alot. For so many reasons. And like all of my kids, he owns my heart.