God Exists!
At nearly nine months old Charles is making us look rather silly and certainly over worried. When we look back at the picture painted by the ealier postings on this site we could be forgiven for thinking someone has swapped our baby for another one.
Charles is happily babbling new sounds and forming an oratory all of his own in the wee hours of most mornings. The odd dadda just slipps out as does mumma and other barely recognisable basic words (no swear words yet fortunately).
He swim-crawls around the floor with consummate ease and surprising speed, but refuses to go any distance with his belly clear of the carpet. Rolling turning and a vice like grip suggest he could make the England Rugby squad at some point in the future.
He is adept at getting his way now and has found a particular droning whine to be most effective at getting him attention. On mashed up meals of what we are eating he gobbles his way through a full portion every meal-time. Still making the most of his tender years he has to have breast to follow of course.
A favourite game is peek a boo as is swinging, being thrown in the air (and caught), walking holding my fingers, tickle coming (holding my hand above his head and saying tickle coming while slowing bringing my tickling hand closer to his tummy) to name but a few. His smile is easy and relaxed and never far away.
He fights sleep like the best of them and still insists on being swayed to sleep in our arms. Then tries his best to detect when we put him down in his cot so he can drone us back for another swaying hug. We never begrudge him that extra hug.
We have so far to go and yet have so much to be grateful for even at this early stage of his life. We can see so many signs of normality that we sometimes forget we still have to be a little bit reserved; he might still have some serious(?) problem we will have to cope with. To say he is gorgeous is an understatement and I am utterly smitten. Of course Emily is number one, but Charles is pretty damn marvellous too.
There are times when I watch him and think - oh he has a weakness on his right side - or - he is not moving his feet when I hold his hands. Then just when I think ah well that is it then - he has a clear physical impediment. He starts coping better and using that limb more - getting better and better.
How long can this go on?
Whatever you are doing do not stop cos he is thriving on it.
...as are we, thank You all.
P.S. For those still waiting for me to get back to all the things I used to do:
Two children are more work than double one child and I am finding that Emily at 11 is actually more demanding on my time than she was in earlier years. Finances are stretched too so everything will be while longer before 'free time' can be found and utilised for those around me. Saying that, of course talking is free and I always try to find time for you all - though no regular commitments yet please. As always you only have to ask.
Love to you all.
Nev
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