I love my sweet little Lizzie so incredibly much. There isn't a single day that passes without my heart crying out with thanks for her. I wanted another baby so bad that it hurt. My insides literally ached over it. I don't know how else to describe it. For five years I dieted, exercised, prayed, pleaded, bargained, visualized, charted my temperature, and ingested all manner of medicines that supposedly upped my chances of being fertile whilst making me feel like death. When she was born it felt like my heart was finally complete. My sweet angel baby from Heaven! I can hardly believe that she is only a month and six days away from being one year old. Her infancy has sped past me at lightening speed. This morning, as she crawled inside one of the barstools and proceeded to use it as a really tall, awkward walker, I realized that in less than one year she had forever claimed a huge part of my heart as forever hers.
Lizzie at (almost) 11 months:
*She says mama, dada, hi & bye. Mostly dada, especially when she's happy. She will often sit at the top of the stairs and yell “bye dada” into the basement.
*She waves and blows kisses. She has just started nodding yes and no with her head, although it doesn't mean anything to her yet. She just knows it'll get a laugh
*She claps her hands and dances at the first sign of anything musical
*She isn't walking yet, but yesterday she stood unsupported for a split second
*She has four teeth and just enough hair for one wispy pigtail at the top of her head
