That being said, we partied like it's
Kinda in love with them, or just my lil dude.
So, let's re-cap on the last year in a waaaaaay bird's eye view.
This time last year, literally about an hour ago, I was being wheeled into L&D and apparently the nurses all knew we'd be meeting our little guy pretty soon but I thought we'd head to dinner after I was monitored for a bit. Oh, and we had our couples shower the next night so we didn't want to scare anybody so we could still go. Ooops. Within about 15 hours, we met our lil guy. Since then he's gained roughly seven times his body weight. He's gone from preemie diapers to newborn, 1, 2, and now 3. We went from feeding him 1 ounce every three hours and now he's eating some solids (turkey, chicken, apples, and CHEERIOS!!!) and eight ounces of milk just at sleepy time (half cow's milk - yay!- half mommy's). There was a point when he couldn't wear clothes because even preemie clothes were too big. NOW, we've caught up and are mostly in twelve months. And really - that's just the stats. The reality of our journey this past year would be a book, not a blog post, so I'll just carry that in my heart for now.
For the current stats, check back Wednesday since we go for his one year on Tuesday afternoon. And say a prayer that I can be as strong as Luke during his shots. It's real humiliating to cry when your
baby toddler is sitting all stoic.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BOY! You are the coolest kid I know. It was scary for a bit but we love that you march to the beat of your own drum. Keep it up, kiddo!