Wren turns one today! It seems like only yesterday I was (largely and uncomfortably) pregnant with her. She is such a third baby, though. We were having a play date with some friends yesterday and when the other mom asked me when Wren’s birthday was, I thought about it and then said, in a shocked voice, “It is tomorrow!” It really snuck up on me.
We decided to have a small family birthday party for her next weekend, as we had an out of town 50th anniversary party for some dear relatives to go to today. I’m assuming Wren won’t hold this against us. She was very gracious about sharing her birthday with an anniversary party. She is such a little lady and the belle of the ball, as usual. She had her first trip to Cracker Barrel on the way there and ate her favorite: pancakes. So, I think she had a good day after all.
Milestones: She can finally pull up by herself! I can’t get enough of opening the door to her nursery and seeing her standing up against the rails of her crib and bouncing excitedly when she sees me. She is also holding our hands and walking around the house. She is extremely cautious like Ruthie was, and won’t take a step until she has both of her hands firmly grasping ours. She is also cruising. She started cruising at glacial speed, but is steadily getting faster and faster. She can also go back and forth between the coffee table and the couch. She still almost never crawls with her belly off the floor, but she can get up on all fours if she needs to pull up or go from prone to sitting up. I guess she will just skip crawling with her belly off the floor entirely. Little rebel. She can shake her head no and nod her head yes, and will do one or the other when you ask her a question. It is pretty hilarious because she does both emphatically. She still sleeps through the night like a champ, but will sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to talk to herself for a little while, and then go right back to sleep.
Likes: Real food (especially bananas), splashing in the bath, laughing and playing with her sisters, sucking her thumb, sleeping in her crib, dancing to music, singing along to songs, drinking her bottles, her Grandaddy, tearing apart magazines, walking around while holding our fingers, and playing with her sisters’ toys.
Dislikes: Her car seat, trying to sleep anywhere but in her crib (including in our arms), dogs, baby food, people eating without her, cardiologist appointments, and strangers holding her.
I vividly remember the day she was born. Moms who are expecting their second child ask me all the time whether they are going to feel the same way about their second child as they do about their first. And I understand the concern. Your world is turned upside down and your whole heart is filled to the bursting point with love and devotion when your first child is born, how could you possibly be so profoundly and deeply affected more than once in life? And then your second child is born, and your world is shattered (in a good way) and your heart explodes with love with just as much intensity the second time around. It boggles the mind.
Well, let me tell you. It happens all over again with your third (and I wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised if it happens yet again with our fourth). It most certainly happened to us again with Wren’s arrival. The whole time she was having breathing problems, Daddy never left her side. All four hours. Here is Daddy holding her for the first time. You can see the love and awe written all over his face.
They let me hold her briefly too right after she was born, even though she was having the “transition” breathing issues. I wasn’t allowed to feed her, but I tried to kangaroo hold her as much as I could. She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes, studying her mama’s face with such intelligent intensity. Then she sighed and went right to sleep.
Happy birthday, sweet little Wrenna! Despite all of our scares with your heart condition and (possible) looming open heart surgery, you never cease to amaze us with your courage, your sweet disposition, and your ability to beat the odds. We love you so much, and we know God has great plans for you.