Isn't She Lovely?

As Stevie Wonder so succinctly put it, "Isn't she lovely?" There are so many reasons we were given this baby. Not just any baby, but this particular baby. And through them all, I continue to think, "Isn't she lovely?"

One. It's such a big number. And of course, it's so little. Bayla turns one today. In many ways, I never thought we'd reach this day. Not that Bayla wouldn't reach this day, but that psychically, we would never get here. And here we are. Time marches on, and tomorrow, we'll be one more day on the way to two.

This is the last (or very near the last, since Abe might post as well) post for Bayla's blog. We really thank everyone for following along, for caring, for taking the time to worry with us, and for the offers of food, prayers, good wishes, etc. We used to have a baby with congenital heart disease, and now we just have a baby. Not just any baby, but this particular baby.

Dancing Fool

Well, it might have taken the Jackson 5, but Bayla started dancing in her high chair today! So super cute I could hardly take it. She was bouncing up and down, waving her arms. Unbelieveable that we made it to this point.

Nearing One

One. Bayla is so nearly one. It's hard to believe. This has been an incredible year, filled with so many ups and downs, it's practically impossible to count them all. At story time today, Bayla sat up with her straight little back, staring at the story lady, taking it all in. Is she like a "typical" one year old? In most ways, yes. In some profound ways, no. We will continue to love her, encourage her, make sure she thrives.

As far as surgical recovery goes, it seems like everything is as regular as can be. In fact, it's hard to remember that we were so deep in the Cleveland Clinic so recently. There is so much to say about life in an institution, but most of it's been said before, so I'll leave off.

In terms of re-integration, everything is pretty good, save for sleep. Bayla has been WIDE awake for 2 hours every night in the real middle of the night. It's tough on us, and we're ready to be done with it, but of course, we're mostly just so super happy to have her home with us.

Yes Sir, That's My Baby

Wow. I can't beleive what shape Bayla is in. Last night, she sat in her high chair, eating dinner like a big girl, grinning and goofing off at the same time.

Today, Savta ("grandma" in Hebrew) comes to visit. Thanks to Grandpa for letting her go!