18 months. One and a half years. 546 days. That’s how old this little girl is. She amazes me in so many ways, the least of which is her ability to adapt and survive. She doesn’t have to do it these days, but she sure did at the beginning. This kids will to live is strong and I am grateful for it every day(and occasionally the petty side of me wants to stick my tongue out at a few NICU nurses and swear like a sailor). Look at this girl now.
She woke up from her nap howling today. Literally, howling like the dogs she loves so much. She giggled and cuddled up in my lap.
The way they change when they’re so small, it’s almost imperceptible, until one day you look back and realize, holy shit you’re a whole new person. It continues to floor me regularly.
To go back and tell my pre-baby self that I would love so deeply, that my life would start over on that day…I doubt I would have believed it. Happy 1.5 years to my sweet girl today.