Atleast right now anyway.
There are days that I wish I could transform Ben back into his infant self. Not because he was cuter, but because it would be SO much easier to care for him. My back would be much happier too. I look back at this picture and can't believe how big he has grown.
(and with our genes...we don't grow 'em small)
50lbs! That's how much he weighs now...50lbs with some serious STRETCH in his limbs. The doctors thought for sure his growth would be stunted. It hasn't. For the most part, I haven't minded. It's been fun watching him grow out of size after size knowing that I can still hold and carry him. Right now...I wouldn't mind a shrinking potion. Just temporarily. I ache to pick him up and hold him...but I can't. My heart says YES! But my body tells me "not yet". It's hard to wait. It's just not the same sitting next to him, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. I often tell him to be patient with me...because I have to be patient with myself. I know he's anxious, as am I.3 weeks Ben...3 more weeks.