Monica and I went to Sierra Women's Health a year ago today...excited, nervous, filled with anticipation about what we would learn about the little person we now know as Tate Bradley Robertson. He sleeps as I write this, dressed in yellow fleece pajamas, his favorite blanket wrapped around him, another covering him for some extra warmth. He may quite literally have his two front teeth for Christmas, plus as many as about four others. A year ago his ultrasound showed us this little person who appeared to be running in the womb. He continued kicking his legs throughout the pregnancy, pushing on Monica's diaphragm until she fainted at Silver Peak one night. Now I hold him in my arm--he's getting too big for just my hands--and he kicks his little feet together in the very same way we saw him moving his much smaller legs and feet in the ultrasound one year ago. Same nose too.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
20 Weeks :: One Year Later
Monica and I went to Sierra Women's Health a year ago today...excited, nervous, filled with anticipation about what we would learn about the little person we now know as Tate Bradley Robertson. He sleeps as I write this, dressed in yellow fleece pajamas, his favorite blanket wrapped around him, another covering him for some extra warmth. He may quite literally have his two front teeth for Christmas, plus as many as about four others. A year ago his ultrasound showed us this little person who appeared to be running in the womb. He continued kicking his legs throughout the pregnancy, pushing on Monica's diaphragm until she fainted at Silver Peak one night. Now I hold him in my arm--he's getting too big for just my hands--and he kicks his little feet together in the very same way we saw him moving his much smaller legs and feet in the ultrasound one year ago. Same nose too.
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Two front teeth sound perfect for Christmas, but six at once? We, too are amazed at the difference a year makes. Love you, Tate. Gram and Poppy in LOP
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