Party Time!

So...the birthday party was Saturday, the day after Tate's birthday. We had 7 kids over ranging from 1 to 6 or 7. I didn't really plan anything activity wise, just figured all the kids would have fun playing with Tate's (slightly excessive) toy collection! And I was right. They were inside and out playing with toys, bubbles, and maybe a little cake frosting!

We had a great time and Tate played really well, and was especially fond of Maya...the other 1 year old! Tate and Maya are both Mexican and American citizens and were delivered by the same doctor here about a month apart, so they have a lot in common! When he is around other kids, he acts older and tries to do new things. He seems to progress very quickly, maybe just wanting to show off!

We had a cake from Costco...I know I am a lame mom for not making one. Let me tell you I was nervous about how it would turn out. They only had about 6 design options and the ones I saw out for sale didn't look much like the pictures...at all. We decided to go for a train...boyish and easy. I was also worried about having words in English on it. I wrote very clearly, and it worked! Not the prettiest cake, but much better than I was expecting and it tasted good.

We started the party at 3 and we had so much fun talking that everybody didn't leave until 7. It was a nice day and made me grateful to have good friends here (in our same med school shoes)! So thanks for everybody who came!

I have a 1 year old...yikes!

So...as evidenced by my last post and the ticker on the right side of this blog, my little boy is now 1 year old! With every month that has passed, I have noted how I couldn't believe how old he was getting and I am still in that boat (and will remain there for the rest of his life). Each age gets funner and funner as he gets more interactive! I love watching him learn and think...he is a big thinker!

We had a little party for him on Saturday with our good friends here in Guadalajara. It was nice and he played so well with all the kids that were over. I will post about that later!

I wanted to make some notes about him at 12 months before I let it pass me by...

- Tate's bag of tricks is increasing a lot these days! The most recent are high fives and clapping. He gets so proud of himself when he does big kid things and always looks over at us for a smile or a "Yay Tate!"

- He loves to pull up on everything and has for quite a while, but now once he gets to standing, he loves to let go and balance on his own. He is getting really good at it!

- FINALLY...seriously, finally, starting to eat a little better. And by eating better, I mean not screaming through all of his meals. He still prefers his bottles (which I am trying to slowly wean), but his pediatrician told me I could keep him on formula for a while longer due to the preemieness...mostly due to the bad eating.

- He is still our little guy...tall and skinny. He has almost outgrown all the 3-6 month clothes, but still has to wear some 3-6 month shorts due to his skinny little waist. Most of what he is wearing these days is 6 month or 6-9 month. His growth has definitely slowed lately.

- He is a total sweetheart and loves his mommy! He will crawl over to me when he gets tired and lay his head on my leg and let out a cute little sigh. He always smiles when he sees me and it totally melts my heart. That being said, I still firmly believe that his daddy is his favorite person :)

- He has never been much of a tv watcher, but now that the cartoons are in spanish, he seems to like them much better. He will stop what he is doing to watch Backyardigans. Interestingly enough, he is obsessed with one commercial here. It is for the local cable company and is mexican cheerleaders. He will crawl (quickly) from where ever he is to watch it...funny!

- He talks all the time. Sometimes it isn't really talking so much as happily screaming. But he is super super loud. Here in Mexico you open your windows to get a breeze in the house due to no ac, so I am sure the neighbors are quite accustomed to hearing him!

I am sure there is a ton more I could say about him, he is really the funniest kid! I am so lucky to get to see his happy face standing up in his crib every morning. I love that little boy!

Here he is on his birthday...looking just like his daddy!

What a difference a year can make...

So this time last year (like 9:45 of last year), we were at the hospital and Zach was making calls to all of our family to let them know that Tate would be born soon. I was not making those calls, cause I was being prepped for surgery...and crying. I did that for about 2 hours straight that night.

I determined at about 8:30 or so that my water had indeed broken, not in the way I expected water to break...no flood! We called the doctor and she was going to meet us at the hospital. I was convinced I would be put on bedrest and Tate would make it another 3 or 4 weeks like we were planning. Zach knew better but didn't want to stress me even more! Those few hours, until our sweet boy was born at 12:06, went by so fast but I still remember them so well. It is the 3 weeks after that went by so slow.

As I sit here and type this I just cannot believe that is has been a year. Some days I don't even think about the birth and other days it crosses my mind a few times. It doesn't impede me from living my life, but it has changed me. As a little girl you think about falling in love, getting married, and having a baby. My love story with Zachary is perfect and continues to be everyday. While the having a baby part was nothing like I imagined, and I know it never will be for me, it is perfect for me.

Having a preemie has made me the mother I am. I could not be more grateful for the son I have. He makes me smile so much everyday that my cheeks hurt most nights. He looks like his daddy and has some of the same quirks as me. He is perfect and he came at his time. The fact that he came so early just makes me more grateful for every little thing he does. Every. little. thing.

I waited what felt like forever for his first real smile, and when he smiled at me, on purpose, I cried. He was really late to roll over and did it in his crib without me seeing...I think he wanted me to miss it so I didn't make a huge deal over it. When I saw that sleeping baby on his back instead of his tummy, I cried again. As time has progressed, he has began to catch up on his milestones thanks to physical therapy. Because he was premature, I was more aware of problems he could have and pushed things with doctors to get him the care he needed. He is now so close to walking at 10 months adjusted and I could not be more proud of him.

The struggles he had, he will never remember. I am the one that feels sadness for what happened to him. I used to feel guilt, but that has passed. Now it just the occasional sadness and pity...not just for him but for me. It may seem selfish to feel that way for myself, but I know from talking to other people who have been in my shoes that it is totally normal. That being said, when I look at my handsome, blue eyed, big dimpled, smiling son, I feel nothing but gratitude and pride! He is the cutest thing I have ever seen...and I am in no way biased!

I can't believe he is almost 1...like 2 hours shy of 1...but I look so forward to getting to continue to watch him grow and learn and thrive. Zachary and I are lucky people to have been given such a sweet happy baby. Every night, when we lay down in bed, we talk about our little monster...every night. I can't imagine our lives without him. And, I am truly grateful for every part of his story!

1 year ago...my first time seeing my 3lb10oz son!

And tonight, my boys making me dinner. Couldn't be more blessed!

And his actual birth story...here.