A year ago baby goat left the hospital for the first time in his short life. He was 46 days old and he left the day before his "due" date. I had been discharged from the hospital approx 40 days before him amidst pain, tears and guilt about leaving my son in the NICU while they sent me home. But a year ago today he was set free from the wires and monitors and scales. He was 6 lbs 13 oz. a relative giant to his birth weight of 4 lbs 7 oz. (Despite some feeding and apnea delays gaining weight was never much of an issue for baby goat - he was one of us from the beginning.
We were thrown into the reality of life with a "newborn" after a very different and difficult first few weeks as parents. Baby goat was trained to eat every three hours. He seemed to think that 3am was 3pm. He had reflux and needed medication twice daily. He slept strapped into his crib in a sling designed to keep him at an angle to keep him semi upright while sleeping. We were tired. We didn't know where anything was because the nursery had been thrown together by our family while I was in the hospital.
But we were home and we were happy!
This year is such a different picture. Baby goat no longer has reflux - he's medication free (unless you count the antibiotic for his current ear infection). He sleeps in a flat crib and likes to sleep on his side or tummy like his dad. He's a kid - a gigantic solid kid at 13.5 months and 29lbs. (We still never had problems gaining weight). He's crawling and pushing walkers, strollers and wagons anywhere he can. He's starting to fling himself at objects he wants in an attempt to make the one or two steps he can take work before gravity takes over. He babbles. He says mama and dada and hi and "ba" - bottle, ball or gimme depending. This morning I swear he said "cat" and I know I've heard him try say repeat his two syllable name at least once.
He's got 6 teeth and two more peeking through. He gives kisses and hugs. He fights diaper changes and going back inside. He's all boy but learning to be gentle too. He has friends. He chases cats. He eats real food.
It was a year ago. It seems like ages and yesterday all at once. He's been home for a year and we are still happy!
What difference does a year makes? A lot it seems...
...and yet hardly anything at all.