I promised to discontinue my regular, monthly updates of K after her first birthday. However, I didn't promise that I would never update about her, and it's been quite some time since I've written about how she's doing.
I've always struggled with this a bit, whether writing about my child on a blog about infertility is "right." No one has seemed to mind, though, and I don't update constantly, so I think I'll leave it this way for the time being. Unless you, my readers, would prefer otherwise. So, straw poll: do you want a separate blog with occasional updates on K? Or would you rather I keep them here? More like: do you mind that I keep them here?
Let me know your thoughts.
K continues to wow us with her growth and development. Sometimes, I forget that the start to her life was fairly rough, until I look back at pictures and the NICU memories make their return. Other than her size, you would never know that she was early or that her medical situation was challenging. Even her size seems to be improving. She jumped from 17 lbs. 4 oz. at her 12-month appointment to over 18 lbs. just three weeks later at a visit to check on her ears - which have been fine, by the way, since getting tubes. Talk about night and day.
She's still growing vertically more so than horizontally. I notice this more frequently lately, how tall she is. It feels like she shoots up another half inch each day, and I only notice this because she's trying to reach EVERYTHING. She succeeds in most cases. She's incredibly curious and adventurous. She's not walking on her own yet, but will walk with the support of almost anything she can get her hands on. This includes chairs, the coffee tables, the dog crate . . . you name it. If she can grab it and move it, she's gone.
A small part of me misses when she was tiny and snuggly, but if I had to choose, I would say that I prefer this age. It's a challenge, don't get me wrong. There are nights when I feel like the only word I use is "no." (No hitting. No biting me. No biting the dog. No biting, period.) There are moments when I think she knows she is pushing my buttons - and she enjoys doing so. Yet, the good times far outweigh the tough ones. Every time she learns a new word, I feel pride. Every time she dances to music (her favorite artist is Macklemore), I smile. And every time she blows me a kiss, I tear up. She's becoming such a fun, spectacular little person and I'm loving every minute of it.