We're coming up on the one year anniversary of that fateful day when we were given Regina's heart defect and probably Down syndrome diagnosis. The one year anniversary of the toughest year of my life, with the lowest lows and the highest highs. Scott and I have been through the refining fire, but we most certainly haven't come out the other side yet.
We have been privileged to enjoy Regina's company for seven months now. She is a little firecracker. She doesn't care that she just had open heart surgery a mere two and a half months ago and low muscle tone, she is rolling over both ways and holding her head up high and steady while on her belly anyway. She is very close to sitting independently. Every one of these milestones for this baby in particular isn't mundane, it is a marvel. She doesn't make consonant sounds yet, but she is trying and she coos up a storm. She loves snuggling and hates afternoon naps. I love the way she gets so excited when she sees me and starts kicking her feet and reaching for me with her roly poly little arms, all the while giving me the most dazzling smile that lights up her whole face. She loves giggling with her older sisters and grabbing their hair when it tickles her face.