Today, my daughters turned 7 months old, and last night, I got eight hours of sleep, so I think it’s time for an update.
The girls are now doing quite well, as far as I can tell and as far as the pediatrician has said. They’re 7 months old today, but, having been born 2 months early, they’re sort of 5 months old. This is their “adjusted age.” A nurse might say “They’re 7 months old, or 5 months old adjusted.”
The past 7 months have gone by so quickly. It seems like every day, we’re putting more clothes in the do-not-fit pile – clothes that I swear were too big yesterday! Both girls are rolling over and A has learned that she can travel by rolling. They’re making sounds that are so close to words. Eye contact. Reaching for things. Smiling. Laughing. When did this all happen?
The girls have now been in the world for as long as they were in Christine. It’s bizarre to think about how quickly the past 7 months have gone by because the previous 7 months – the 7 months they were in utero – were some of the longest, scariest, most difficult months of my life. Most of the updates we got during the pregnancy were that not much had changed and that everything was maybe okay but we couldn’t be sure and that we need to keep the girls in for longer but not too much longer.
In roughly 7 more months, it will be Christine and my birthday (we, like the twins, share a birthday), and the girls will be over a year old. What will they be like then?