Some plans went by the wayside, but others slowly came to life. We weren't able to breastfeed, but were able to provide at least a portion of her nutrition from donor milk for the entire first year. We have successfully kept her out of daycare, and even found a way for me to move to freelance, part time work to be home with her more. She's only had one cold and no other malady of note.
She's been in cloth diapers since about a month old (when her heiney finally got big enough for them), and even her Dad agrees they really aren't that difficult to manage. Never had a diaper rash either.
Most days there are many more smiles than tears, and she's growing by leaps and bounds. We are truly blessed in ways we couldn't even imagine. I never would have expected to have a tall, skinny daughter, but somehow even that seems right.
She loves to dance to any kind of music, often tries to sing along, and will melt your heart with her "Hey Baby" in the exact same inflection her Daddy uses to greet her at the end of his work day.
She's beautiful, and amazing, and worth every bit of bizarre, conflicted stress over the past few years. Oh, and she loves broccoli.
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