So we’re not the organized, pinterest-y parents who manage to wrangle their babes into the cute month-by-month onesies for portraits. Sometimes I feel guilty that we’ve let month “birthdays” go by without even noticing, but I guess the nature of the preemie beast is that you spend so much time celebrating things like no more IVs, first time getting to wear real clothes, getting feeding tubes removed, and finally coming home from the hospital that we let the monthlys slip by. Preemie land also involves a lot of math when it comes to birthdays. If you’ve ever asked us how old our girls are, you probably had to wait for a sec as we looked skyward and counted backwards to August 6th. There’s very few things we use this “age” for. Then there’s adjusted age, which is based on the girls’ due date (Nov 5th!), and drives all of our developmental milestones. As far as Bryn and Nora’s little bodies, brains and sleep patterns (grr) are concerned, they are 3 months old today! But the reality is that, as of tomorrow, our little chickadees will have officially been out of my belly as long as they were in it. Nevermind that it took looking at our baby app to tell me that, as I was checking out Bryn’s weekly poop graph, and noticed that she was going to be 27 weeks old tomorrow, which I guessed meant that Nora was going to be 27 weeks, too. As I was telling Nick about this this morning, both of us in kind of a foggy daze, he just stared at me in amazement. What I thought was amazement at this crazy factoid, however, was actually his reaction to watching me, one by one, take BOTH sets of our morning vitamins right before his very eyes. So 4000 IUs of calcium, a men’s multi, a women’s multi, and 4 fish oils later, it seems I’m still going to be alive to celebrate N&B’s 6 month “actual age” birthday tomorrow. Whew.
Happy 6 month birthday, Bryn & Nora! Sorry about the onesies. Mama loves you. I promise.