It’s hard to believe, but Peanut’s about to turn 1 (on Saturday). What better reason do you need to have a party? The DW and I thought this would be the perfect time to thank the friends and family that have helped us so much throughout the past year. So a park was reserved. Food was made. And an order was placed for perfect weather – these things need to be planned in advance.

Peanut’s First Birthday Cake

We were happy be be joined by so many of our friends and family. We also extended an invitation to past and present members of Peanut’s medical team at the UIHC. One very special guest was Dr. McElroy (and his wonderful wife and children) – he started his rotation in the NICU within hours of Peanut’s NEC diagnosis. He was the man who called the shots for Peanut’s care during the most critical moments. The convenient part about Dr. McElroy being on rotation while Peanut was there…he spends his time outside of the NICU researching NEC. (You can read a brief description about his work here.) While in Dr McElroy’s care at the UIHC, Peanut was so sick that this was the first time he’d ever held her.

Peanut with Dr McElroy

Given the special occasion, Peanut’s gastro-intestinal doctor cleared her for a little bit of birthday cake. Peanut was more interested in having all of her cousins surround her than she was in the cake.

Peanut

Once Peanut finally tried the cake, she realized she wasn’t a fan of frosting and that ended any interest she may have had in making a mess with her treat. I can only imagine how much of a shock sweet cake frosting must be when all you have to compare it to are basic vegetables and pureed meat.

Peanut Wasn’t a Fan of Frosting

When you’re almost one, being the guest of honor is hard work.

A Mid-Party Rest

I know the DW and I have said this countless times – and we’ll never be able to say it enough – but we’d like to thank all of our friends, family, and the medical staff that have helped us out over the last year. The list is long and the deeds are countless, but even the smallest ones were greatly appreciated. Yes, even when Lulu spent the day with my brother and called to tell me she was helping him pick up “chickens” – she meant to say “chics.” (Ironically, Lulu did have a hand in him meeting his fiancee a short time later.) We realize many of you shuffled schedules and offered help at times that weren’t convenient to handle thankless jobs – payment of a black eye for one of you even comes to mind. We hope you all know how much the help meant to us. Again, thank you.

Thanks From All Of Us!