Micah turns 14
So fourteen years ago as we were wheeling Lauralea into surgery and we still didn't have a boys name picked out, I asked Lauralea what we should name the baby if it was a boy and she reminded me that she had always wanted the name "Micah."
I agreed because I thought we were having a girl and it was a safe bet.
But a half hour later, Micah David was born, and the name turned out to be a perfect choice.
A couple of months later Lauralea wrote:
Speaking of babies,... in case you missed that news bulletin, we had one. Micah David Friesen was born May 10, around 8:30 a.m., weighing in at 8 lbs., 7 1/2 oz., and being around 21 inches long. He got off to a rough start, with what was thought to be "wet lung disease", but was eventually treated as pneumonia. We were separated for his whole first week while he was being treated with oxygen and antibiotics, first at the Victoria Hospital where he was born, and later at the Children's Hospital under the care of our capable pediatrician. As soon as his feet straighten out, (they turn in at the ankles too much, and aren't straightening out on their own) we'll be set! He's having "cast" therapy, in which he had casts put on both feet, (from just below the knee to the toes), last week tuesday, and will have them replaced weekly for 2 or 3 weeks. That is supposed to start things rolling, and with some physiotherapy and "special shoes" he should be fine.
The other kids all seem to like him, except when he cries... not because they are upset that he should cry, but they seem to think he's too noisy, and they can't hear the T.V., or read their books in peace. They haven't been awakened by him at night at all, and otherwise his routine doesn't interfere with theirs too much, so they get along pretty well!
Yup, tough start but he's made up for it.
Happy Birthday Micah.