At exactly this time six months ago, I was sitting in the waiting room, not so patiently waiting for a doctor to come out and tell me my son was going to be okay. In the waiting room filled with people there was a single television with all of the patient's names and statuses listed. I routinely checked this television minute after minute, so scared that I would miss something. Finally the time came that his status changed to "recovery". I squealed loudly in front of the packed room, not caring a bit what anyone else thought. Minutes later there was the doctor standing there very serious, yet proud. My baby is such a trooper! He has been through so much in his life, yet he is one of the happiest babies ever. Today we lose the final two antibiotics he has been taking. The three medicines that he will be continuing, he will have to take for the rest of his life. I am proud to say that he takes them like such a big boy. I am so blessed to be his mommy!