My baby is crawling. There. I said it. And I'm sad.
I've been waiting for her to do it for a few weeks now, as she's been on the brink for awhile, and now I can check it off. I just felt like she needed to crawl before her 9 month well-baby appointment, so I could tell the doctor that "she's doing it!". But now I feel like my baby, the one who spent nearly 3 weeks in a NICU, is just growing up. She's looking like a little girl. I mean, she IS a little girl and always has been one, but you know what I mean. She's doing things that just a few months ago I couldn't really imagine her doing. Not because I thought she was going to be delayed or anything, but just because what parent can really imagine their tiny baby actually doing things and moving on their own? I mean really? Wasn't she just born?
Seems like yesterday when I was in the NICU, trying to teach her, with her PT, how to suck a bottle.
Seems like yesterday when I was begging her, pleading with her to please, please, PLEASE sleep longer than 2 hours at a shot. Well, now that I think about it, it sort of was yesterday. She's just in the last 2 months been sleeping through the night.
Seems like yesterday that we tried giving her cereal.
And now...she's crawling. And she's not looking back. William is up ahead and she's undoubtedly missing out on something!
Video coverage of the checked-off milestone coming. But right now...we're off to Sky City to do a little bouncing!