When Zoe first got a glimpse of me, she tried to flee the room. When I held her for the first time, she cried and thrashed for a long time then passed out. She couldn't crawl; she couldn't even hold herself up on all fours. She walked along furniture and holding our hands but was so weak in the middle she constantly spun and crashed. She would get so upset at the drop of a hat and violently throw her head backward. We're still amazed we were able to hang on to her every time and that her head so narrowly missed banging all the hard surfaces.
After 24 hours we started to get a few glimpses of smiles and giggles. After 4 days, she hit the grand slam- crawled, clapped, waved, signed and said "Dada". After 12 days, the night we arrived home, she started walking and hasn't stopped since.
It's been a month now and it feels like six. Not because it's been so tough (which it definitely has been) but because I've watched this little baby turn into a toddler over night. She still has some developmental things to catch up on and some temper tantrums to tame, but this little girl was very much still a baby one month ago and today this same child is now very much a toddler.
This is the most expression we saw that first day.
Now these are the faces we get...
We meet with our social worker this weekend for our one month post adoption report. I guess it has me reminiscing... although I feel like I can't even call it that since it was just a few days ago. But now it's already a brand new year. If December felt like six months, this could be a very long year indeed. I have a feeling though, that my time warp will begin to straighten itself out soon.
Happy 2013 everyone. May your actions be far greater and speak much louder than your new year's resolutions.