We’re Crawling!
My baby has learned to crawl. The moment she made that first shaky move on the tile floor before bath time, our collective sigh of relief could have been heard from the front yard. This is how we have reacted to most all of her major milestones, so far.
Lily spent her first week on this earth in the NICU at Pitt Memorial Hospital. She was born at Carteret General, so you can imagine how shocked we were to learn that they were going to put her in a helicopter and fly her away from me when she was a mere 24 hours old. It turns out she was having difficulty remembering to breath. The doctors told us that this happens to some babies, the respiratory center of her brain was still a little immature. After running what seemed like a million tests for what felt like eons, they ruled out anything serious and sent us home with an apnea monitor that would alarm should she stop breathing. She is just fine now, off of the monitor and her doctor has assured us not to worry, “Babies are tremendously resilient.”
Unfortunately, that does not help us forget those many instances when her sweet little face turned blue for lack of oxygen. Ever since we brought her home, we have been waiting for her to meet each and every milestone. We tend to hold little mini-celebrations, a call to all her grandparents, aunts and uncles, even perform the occasional end-zone dance.
Learning to crawl is a huge milestone for any baby, met with the same amount of announcements, facebook status updates and bragging rights for parents and grandparent alike. For us, though, a collective sigh of relief is what followed the end-zone dance in our bathroom.
Do you ever worry about your baby meeting his/her milestones?
