I know, I know.
We all know.
But it feels so fast. It's insane.
This squishy baby came into our lives in such a dramatic fashion.
And now knowing her?
Of course she would make her appearance that way.
Fast and with FORCE!
12/20/14 8:14pm 7lbs 10oz.
We got to the hospital at 7:40pm.
It happened so fast, my name wasn't even in the hospital computer systems when she was born.
When she came out, they were like "your name?" lol
No time for an epidural. I felt it all. And it went quick, thank GOD. Since I didn't have ANY med (not even a fucking Tylenol), as soon as she came out, I felt FINE. Like, literally. Fine. I asked if I could shower and then I put jeans on.
The first two weeks of newborn baby bliss
Life didn't become challenging until around 9 weeks.
We learned of her allergies. And all the other "things" like GERD. And itchiness. And the worst case of cradle cap I've ever seen.
Around 6 months, things started to change! We got control of her allergies and she became a happier baby.
She didn't sleep through the night until almost 9 months old though. But, her cute personality came out and she became a fun baby.
Toofers!
The journey of BLW
We made it a year. It wasn't easy.
Between ages 1-2 brought more challenges. A baby who didn't walk. Or talk. Or even try. She finally crawled at 12 months. I actually got it on video. We then had her tested at 18 months for not walking, talking, or even making attempts. She was, however, climbing on ALL THE THINGS. And was able to do hand, hand, foot, foot (like climbing a ladder, which we were told is GOOD). She could do it. We were told she didn't want to. Can she throw a ball overhand? Sure can. Does it all the time. Will she do it now? For you? Of course not.
3 therapists came to our house to evaluate her.
They left saying she did not need services and that she'd catch up.
She started walking 3 days later.
They tested her in July.
In November we went to Las Vegas to visit my parents.
She was speaking in full sentences - like "I'm hungry" or "let's go"
Always keeping me on my toes, this one.
This child is head strong. Fiercely independent. And very, very smart.
Not just "book smart" which she is (thankfully), but she just "gets it." She's incredibly observant, and notices things I'm shocked she'd notice.
She's absolutely thriving in Preschool and her teacher used the word "phenomenal" like 10 times during her parent/teacher conference. I really didn't want to be that parent who is like "ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT MY KID?"
Her teacher said she has never seen her cry.
Um, what?
But, I'm so proud of her! I'm proud that she keeps it together for 2.5 hours each day while she's at school. I'm totally ok if she loses her shit when she gets home sometimes. Just please act like you have parents when you're in school/out in public/with other people.
I'm happy to have reached this milestone with her - we're officially out of the baby stage of life. I'm proud of the little girl she has turned into. I'm shocked that I no longer have a baby and it really is bittersweet for me.
Considering she is my last baby, I really did try to soak it up. A lot of the rules I had in place when Mila was born went out the window when Ava was born. I held her a lot. Like, A LOT.
This child is hilarious and witty.
The older she gets, the more crazy shit comes out of her mouth.
We call her the "manager" of the house. She knows it all. Who left when to go where. When they will be back. What happened when they were gone. She will go through the entire list of her day and be spot on. She remembers details from other people's projects/crafts. She has the memory of an elephant and I'll be damned if I say something to her and don't follow through.
Whenever I drive her to school, we usually have about 10 minutes to hang before the doors open. I love these mornings and we just chat. Chat about the day to come. About the week. What she's looking forward to. I will cherish these moments with my girl.
My baby.
My Bubba.
My Boobie.
5 years old.
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