2 or 5?

Yesterday marked what should have been 2 months for Colby.  Tomorrow is his actually 5 month birthday.  

5.MONTHS.

(How bizarre is it that he turns 5 months only 2 days after he should have been 2 months??)

People always say after they have babies (or at least the people on "A Baby Story" do) that they can't remember what life was before their child was born.  

I don't agree.  I DO remember what life was like before the boys.  I remember the lazy weekends, going to bed when I wanted, waking up late in the morning... all that stuff.  I remember it.  But would I EVER take it back?  NO WAY.  What I have now is So.Much.Better.  Hands down.

But what I am having a really hard time remembering?  Colby's time in the NICU.  It's funny.  We spent the hardest 3.5 months EVER in the NICU.  He had so many tests and needles and doctors and nurses, but I can't really remember it quite clearly.  I know the things happened, but I have to really think about it to remember.  

If you look at Colby, he DOESN'T look like a sick baby or that he was ever a sick baby.  He is a rolly, polly, ball of love.  There is no evidence of that NICU time, of the needles or tests.  (Except for 3,000 pictures- no exaggeration- and a small scar on his face from where he managed to gouge himself with his fingernails one day.)  He is no worse for the wear and for that I am SO incredibly thankful.