Today baby is 6 months old. 6 months ago I was cut open and he was brought into the world. 6 months ago I was shell shocked, sore, and numb in mind and body.
Today I am excited. This little being has been with me for over half a year. He is getting bigger, growing stronger and becoming such a character. He has the same solemn expression his father has. He has my eyes, my smile. He has started screeching like a velociraptor, and seems delighted in the pitch and range of noise he can produce. He is standing up strong, as long as you hold him steady. He wants to be sitting up and viewing the world around him rather than being restricted to lying on his back.
We're going to start him on food. Our next adventure.