That’s how much Sean weighed the day we brought him home. People kept asking me if I was afraid that he was so tiny & fragile. I wasn’t. He ate well, slept great, and did everything he was supposed to – just on teeny, tiny scale. He pretty much looked like this for the first two months. Then he became a ‘newborn’ and no longer seemed like a ‘preemie’. That is the nice way to put it – I called it ‘fetal monkey’ stage – and I still thought he was cute. We went about the business of figuring out how to manage 4 boys and fit this infant into our lives. No problem – Sean fit perfectly into place and he has been a complete pleasure and joy to all of us.
He is the gift I didn’t know we were waiting for.
Happy Birthday, 2 year-old!