Anyway, she finally made it into this world with all her dramatic glory. One of my first memories of her in the NICU is when I walked in (ok, was wheeled in, after the c-section) to find her in the midst of an eye exam. They had to hold her eye open this awful metal contraption which she hated hated HATED. They numbed her eye before they did it, so it didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. She was SCREAMING and thrashing her tiny little arms so much that she knocked the thing right out of her eye. All 4 1/2 pounds of her.
A few months later we were back at the hospital for shots to battle the anemia and she kicked her leg so hard that the needle went flying across the room.
She's been fighting ever since, she has to work twice as hard as most kids her age, and she still struggles with many areas. But she just never gives up. We have a bar stool and she pushes and pulls the thing all around the house and gets into sooo much trouble. We often find her on the counters, drinking my drinks or thumbing through my cookbooks.
She definitely lives up to the nickname of Wiggles these days and we couldn't be happier! I love watching her learn and grow and develop, accomplishing half of what she does through sheer stubbornness and a refusal to quit trying. But darn it, she's STILL giving me about 900 heart attacks a day with her fearless nature!
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Awesome! Life is so good! We think our kids will struggle and suffer and they surprise us everyday. They never wine they just try, try, try. Go Kaitlyn!
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