5 months... seriously?!?! I’m laying here in bed at 10:30pm crying my eyes out because billy put her in her crib tonight to see how she would react and she just fell asleep on her own like a big girl. Billy sat in the rocker as I laid on the floor and within minutes of sucking her fingers she self soothed herself to sleep. I cried. I’m still crying. Billy picked her up and brought her back to our room because I wasn’t ready. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.
Rewind a little to the afternoon. We took Violet to see a PT because I was worried about her head getting flat. As I watched the PT pick her up, play with her, stretch her and do some light activity I just sat there in awe. My little preemie baby looked like a huge toddler. She held her head hit, laughed and giggled and exceeded expectation. The PT mentioned how Violet’s adjusted age was 3.5 month... it’s crazy for me to wrap my head around that. If she was born at full term she would only be 3.5 months old! Absolutely crazy. This is all just too much for me to handle tonight.