First, the best news - he seems to be healthy and where we expected him to be developmentally. That is such a relief.
Second, he is just as cute as ever. The picture was taken two months ago, not long after his 1 yr. birthday. Isn't he the cutest baby you've ever seen? In both of the other pictures we have of him, he has that same "What do you want from me?" expression.
|He's going to love this picture of him in ruffles and pink flowers when he hits the teenage years.|
Now, the not as good news. My baby is little. He's tiny. He has gained only 3 pounds in the last 7 months. He probably fits into 6 month clothes.
Some people have tried to reassure me that he will get bigger once he gets home. Once we get some more food into him, he'll grow. But I already know that. I'm not terribly worried about him staying so far at the bottom of the growth charts that he is not technically even on them. Although if his genetics have him always stay on the smaller end of things, that's just fine with me.
What has this Mama's heart aching is the knowledge that he will get bigger when he gets home because of better nutrition. Once his calories go up, he'll be getting bigger. That's what is so sad about it. I am sitting here, half a world away, knowing that my baby is hungry. At that size, he is probably hungry most of the time.
I'm so ready to bring my sweet boy home.