Tonight was one of those proud mummy moments when my 11 month old pushed back from the stool he was leaning on to freestand and bounce a few times for the first time.
Although I have been through this milestone before with my daughter, my heart still felt an incredible wobble as I watched him. My baby son, the one with the beautiful eyes and flirty smile, the one with a delicate constitution who has made my heart extra heavy with worry through his frequent illnesses. The one whom I cuddled in my arms everyday for months as he projectile vomited. Nothing broke my heart more than watching this ever skinnier, gaunt looking baby heaving and retching up his meals daily, well maybe except the time they inserted a needle into his tiny 9 month old veins to extract test tubes upon test tubes of blood.
Yes standing is no big deal, millions of baby achieve this on a daily basis and much earlier for sure. But I don't care, this is my blog and I can gush about anything I want.
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