My baby (the little one) is twelve weeks old today. Twelve weeks ago today, I was at the hospital for my Non Stress test. A totally normal occurance, I went twice a week from 32 weeks on. Little Anthony was not very active at all. My NST's were usually so easy; he would generally move around like a crazy man and I'd be done in 15 minutes. After an hour and a half he still wasn't moving a lot. The nurse did my ultrasound and couldn't find much amniotic fluid. She told me to wait a minute while she went to talk to labor and delivery, but that I probably wasn't going home. And I didn't. They admited me and eight hours later I went into surgery. Because I had just eaten before the NST, we had to wait that long so I wouldn't have food in my stomach for the surgery. An hour after that I was on my way to recovery and Jeff was in the nursery with my new baby.
Where does the time go? I hear people saying that and think it sounds silly, especially when you spend all day every day with your babies, but it really does go by so fast. Some of his lastest accomplishments include rolling over (both ways!) which we saw for the first time last Friday, sleeping for much longer stretches at night, and growing like a weed. He is in 6 month clothes already. He is so long. I am finally realizing this is my last baby. I've probably shared this before, but I had my tubes tied during the surgery, so we're done. I have no interest in having more babies, but at the same time since I know this is it, I want to savor every minute of it. And it's going by too fast. He's already past the totally immobile, floppy necked newborn stage. He holds his head up pretty well, and he loves to smile at his Mama (as well as the wall behind me, but we're working on that. :-) ) I am so thankful that I get to be home with my babies. I never thought I wanted to be a stay at home mom, now I can't imagine doing anything else.