My little B has now been on the outside almost as long as she was on the inside. I can hardly believe it. Since my last post, it feels like so many things have changed. She now eats solid food regularly (and some of it actually gets swallowed). She sits up. She crawls. She pulls herself up to standing and does a little Elvis-esque hip movement since she's quite wobbly up on those chubby feet. She makes fun noises and I have no idea where she hears them. She adores story time and music class. She gives "kisses," which are more like open-mouthed slobbers on whatever part of your face she reaches. She is the best!
We've found an equilibrium at home for the time being (I have accepted that things change from day to day, week to week), and I feel like I have a better grip on home life, work, family, etc. For me, this means I am finally running regularly (which makes me feel so much more like myself), packing my lunch to take to work and making meals for the family for dinner, reading at night and while I pump at work (just finished this book and loved it and this is me on Goodreads - I'd love to know what you all are reading), and not totally behind at work. It feels good. I know the next challenge is just around the bend, but I'm embracing the feeling I have today of just loving life.
|Oh, hi! I'm not napping!|
In a few weeks, our family is joining in the Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep Remembrance Walk in Littleton, Colorado. It will be a somber day for sure, but I look forward to celebrating Quinn. Two of the women from my support group are joining. Is anyone else in Denver and planning to attend?
One hazard of being on top of things at work is that I spend more time reading blogs. Today I stumbled upon Harry's Joy and Life, Loss and Little Things. It never ceases to amaze me how my sadness at losing Quinn can be tucked away for a few hours or a day and then - boom - it catches me off-guard and takes my breath away all over again. Reading both of these blogs did that for me again, as did a call from my vascular surgeon to have a follow-up appointment to check on my blood clot.
I'm just rambling, but there it is.
|8 months! Not lacking in thighs :)|