Bitty Babe is doing well. She is growing like a weed and getting more and more interactive every day. She’s almost 13 weeks old and is doing everything a 3 month old should be.She giggles and coos, is grabbing toys, and even found her toes during a diaper change the other day.
Her medication wean is going well, and after a short bout with a stomach bug last week, which led to the most severe withdrawal symptoms we’d seen yet, she is back on track for being completely med-free in about a month. That’s the goal, anyways. Anything could set that date back, but our hope is that she will be med-free before Hubby and I head to the Parenting in SPACE conference in April. That would be good.
As far as her case…nothing. Not. A. Thing. And there’s not going to be any movement until the next court date, which isn’t until April. That’s hard. This limbo thing is hard.
In the meantime, she continues to heal. I’m so glad to be a part of that.
My heart really breaks for these little ones who are facing a very difficult start in life due to their mother’s selfish choices. I’ve been really tempted to get on my soap box lately about that particular issue. Who is protecting these babies from choices that will change their lives forever? You’re going to tell me that because they are still in their mother’s womb, that there’s nothing we can do? That they are still their mother’s body, and they can do what they want with their body?
Oh, I see, you’d rather wait till they are born and going through horrible, severe withdrawal symptoms that a grown person shouldn’t be subjected to before you decide she is worth fighting for.
Nope. Doesn’t make sense.
Okay, enough soapbox time.
I just love these babies.
I will fight for them as much as I can.
BTW, there’s a precious baby girl in New York that is going to need a very special family when she is born. Could you be it?