It has been quite a while since I have posted. It’s not for a lack of wanting to, or even for not having something to write about. It’s quite the opposite in actual fact, I just have so much that I want to write about. Selecting one single topic has become a game of Russian Roulette almost. So I decided I’d post an update on Charlotte. This site is all about our diva afterall isn’t it?!
Let’s start off with the fact that she is walking!!! Can you believe it?! Our little mouse is 17 months old and has been walking for around a month now. She’s progressed so amazingly well that she’s started the cutest little speed wobble runs. At our last check up with her paediatrician he filled out the assessment forms for future specialist appointments with the following paraphrase under the title development: ‘Walking, Talking Terrorist. It pretty much sums Charlotte up quite well!!!
The inevitable falls have occured, most result in a look of frustration on her part. The tougher ones result in tears that require a hug and a kiss to forget the pain. One resulted in a bloody nose and a busted top lip though. She looked like a mini version of Rocky after that one. But she is tough and determined and didn’t allow it to slow her down for too long.
With the walking comes inevitable stealth. The kind of silence that makes every parent wonder where their child is, and worse, what are they up to??? A child that is crawling is easy to hear approaching or retreating in search of an unchecked toilet roll or open closet door. You can sit back and listen to their movements. But a walking child? They have the stealth of little ninjas, in search of their next target.
Her small stature has saved us from her climbing almost everything, the glass coffee table is still out of reach, as is the dining table, but I fear not for much longer. I was also naive enough to believe that she was far too weak to be able to lift toilet seats. Alas, the discovery of a pile of shoes, socks, bath toys, toothbrush and toiletpaper confirmed that she was indeed, very strong and capable.
And thus begins the journey of baby proofing. A topic that I recall discussing with many a friend a family. “Our baby will know their boundaries” “we won’t be baby proofing, she needs to learn what she may and may not do”. How quickly those ideologies have changed. Every day that my husband comes home he is greeted with yet another elusive lock on a cupboard door, freezer door, toilet latch and toilet paper placed in solitary confinement for it’s own safety.
Her stubborn determination to do things her way has impacted our lives in so many ways. It saw her fighting tooth and nail to be on this earth. It saw her defying the odds stacked against her in leaving NICU before her due date. It saw her throwing caution to the wind and proving that preemies are stronger than we could ever imagine them to be.
Her great fighting spirit has taken her on such an amazing journey in her short life so far. It is also one of the things that impacts her growth negatively as well. Eating and drinking has always been an incredibly sensitive topic of discussion with her. With every door that opens a glimmer of hope for progress, she shuts it within a few short days, leading us back to square one.
Our struggles to get her to grow and gain weight have lead us to spend a few days in Johannesburg and Pretoria this week to meet with various specialists to try and establish what is causing her feeding issues. We hope against hope for answers, solutions and a way forward. In the meantime though, she is allowed as many cheese wedges, Flings and Nutella as her heart desires!!! Any apsirations of having a healthy, organic diet for our munchkin went out the window quite some time ago. Perhaps in time, with the correct knowledge and guidance learnt from this trip I’ll be able to get her to drink that orange/cucumber/spinach smoothie with glee, or maybe not 😉