That’s what Sarah has been doing the last couple of days. Blossoming. And that accounts for my radio silence these past couple of days, too. It has been hard, sometimes, to enjoy the simple joys of parenthood because I was absorbed in the bigger things; namely, Sarah’s therapies and the triumphs we were experiencing there. I felt like I was missing out on a huge part of Sarah’s babyhood because I was so busy focusing on the big things.
But for awhile, she wasn’t making much progress beyond what she was doing in therapy (which of course carried over into our “personal life”). She was kind of a blob, really.
She’s been rolling again. And smiling. And chatting. She’s loving sitting in her Bumbo and exploring the world around her. We started solids on Monday, to…mostly disastrous results, but we tried oatmeal and apple sauce tonight and she loved it and didn’t projectile vomit! She’s sweet and interactive, and really starting to be more like a baby and less like a newborn…finally! She laughs all the time now and it’s the cutest thing, she has this husky little old man voice.
And more and more, I’m loving being Sarah’s father. I’m loving getting to experience this amazing tiny person. This is what parenthood should be all about…and I’m so happy to be living it.