My baby is 1. We survived the first year. All of us.
Nursing. Need I say more? Sleeping through the night. Not sleeping through the night. Reflux. Endless amounts of spit-up and laundry because of the reflux. Introducing solid food. Figuring out to give gripe water for gas and teething pain. Learning that teething tablets and gel are a girl’s best friend. Long nights rocking and praying. Snuggling. And lots and lots and lots of hugs and kisses.
Thank you, Lord for my sweet baby boy.
Happy Birthday, GW. What a joy you are to me.
