Isaiah is 13 weeks old today! He's a whopping 11 pounds, and officially into the 2nd percentile weight for his age. He struggled to gain weight while we battled reflux in the NICU, but is thriving here at home.
As we approach April I'm still working out how to balance all three of my boys and their craziness. Adam will be four in a couple weeks and gosh darn it he is going to be potty trained before he's five whether he likes it or not! Eli is still in denial about not being the baby. We think he is an "only child" soul, hahaha.
Isaiah has his 3 month check ups with pediatric surgery and pulmonology on Thursday, and while we are expecting good news there is always a niggling of worry in my mind. The CDH support group I'm part of continues to show me how variable this condition is. And how quickly things can change. Isaiah has been so strong and so blessed, I don't have much reason to fear, but seeing so many other sweet childrem struggle is scary sometimes. I don't really express my fears for Isaiah out loud, like I'm trying to manifest good things for him. Still, we are only three months in to a lifetime of extra vigilance.
Every day is a rollercoaster of highs and lows. That's just life, just parenthood, just toddlers and babies. We are living our life one step at a time. One moment to the next. And each day passes, sure and steady.
Much love, from ours to yours 💛💙💖
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