And so, here we are. 12 months of life. What seems like just yesterday — my squishy purple newborn still attached to me and struggling to take his first breath — was, in fact, a full year ago. Just a few mornings ago I looked at Ambrose, unable to imagine the possibility that I’d grown him from an egg the size of a grain of salt. That I had brought life into the world. A human being, who loves bread and hates avocados, who shrieks with delight when being chased around on the floor or tossed on the bed, who has ten teeth and constant boogers in his nose.
Happy first birthday to my dear, sweet Ambrose. You have come a long way in your 365 days of life. I can’t wait to see who you grow into in the coming years.
Ambrose at One Year: The Stats
Weight: 20.7 pounds with a clean cloth diaper on.
Length: 29 1/2, give or take a centimeter or two.
Diaper size: Still size 3’s in disposables; same snap settings as always on the cloth
Clothing size: 12-18 months
Nicknames: Sweets, Sweetness, Bub, Bubs, Bubsie, Brother Bubbard
Health: We’re up to 10 teeth now. Whaaat? That’s right. By the time I realized Ambrose’s continually crappy sleep was due to his molars coming in they’d just about broken through the skin. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the horror stories I’d heard, but on the flip side, I’m really not looking forward to more disturbed sleep when the top two molars cut through. I’ve been sleeping well most every night since Christmas. I really do not enjoy sharing my bed with a restless teether! Additionally, Ambrose caught some sort of stomach bug, causing him to puke during church on New Year’s Eve, and have some more horrendous diapers for a few days afterward. His bug then transferred to everyone he came in contact with the next day. It was swift and awful, and I’m honestly surprised he didn’t complain more, because man.
Sleep: Okay, I mentioned above that things had corrected themselves once the molars came through. Except that I tend to start these a few days early, and now it looks like we’re back to crap sleeping as of the past several nights. Noooo! I don’t feel more molars on his upper gums, so I’m not sure if this is just another sleep association I need to break or what. Blah.
Diet: Hey, we reached a year of breastfeeding! As for solids, Ambrose is starting to be a bit more picky with his food: a recent development is that he will stick food in his mouth and then spit it out. So that’s been fun. I’m going to wean off of daytime nursing sessions now that he’s officially made it to a year, and keep the before-bed and wakeup sessions for a bit longer.
Loves: Blanky and all other things stuffed and plushy, playing horsey, playing peekaboo (in his own way, I guess — not the traditional hands-over-face way but in the close-the-door-and-open-it way), knocking down towers, being chased, shoving anything and everything non-edible into his mouth, life in general.
Dislikes: Food that he doesn’t approve of, getting things taken away without his consent, diaper changes.
Milestones: I’m not sure that there’s anything specific this month, except that he got way more interactive in general. Whether that’s from being around people the whole month in Indiana or just a byproduct of this past Leap I don’t know, but it’s so fun to see him being hammy for other people.
Speech: According to Nana Shantz whimpering mamamama when sad or hurt is, in fact, a word. So I guess I’m calling it: Ambrose’s first word is mama! He’s started really experimenting with different sounds — combining consonants and changing his tone — within the past few weeks, which has been super fun. He’s also maybe sort of starting to imitate us more/participate in back and forth chatting, beyond last month’s “moo”. It’s all very subtle. But I think it’s progress!
Baby Gear Love: One thing I absolutely appreciated this past month was the portable high chair that was given to me as a shower gift. (Thanks, Julia!) I’d always meant to get it out and give it a whirl but kept forgetting. This month I finally did! It buckles onto a regular-sized chair and is actually a bit low for Ambrose right now, so it’s just fine that I didn’t manage to get it out until now. Also, I’ve been sold on the Pack ’n Play enough that I just ordered one from Amazon, along with a foldable mattress and a SnoozeShade to solve the problem of needing to find a dark place to nap.
One final thought. Last year I wrote this little observation about Ambrose’s personality on day 14 of his NICU stay: “I think we’ve been blessed with a child who has an incredibly calm temperament. Ambrose just seems to take whatever life throws at him. He’s not much of a fussy baby (unless he needs his diaper changed), and really enjoys being held.”
A year later I’d say that observation mostly stands. Ambrose is truly a great kid. Sure, we’ve had our struggles over the past year, but what mom hasn’t? Ambrose has taken everything we’ve thrown at him this past year, from multiple international trips to a cross-country move to medical appointments, helmets, and therapy. It seems like every time we’re out in public with him we get compliments on how well-behaved he is. (I know, I know…welcome to the toddler years!) He might not be the most wonderful car napper (or home napper) in the world, but when he misses sleep, it doesn’t really bug him. He’s never been one to cry inconsolably. He thinks people are alright, but he’s also happy to do his own thing.
The only inaccuracy in my statement is the part about enjoying being held. Oh, how wrong I was about that one! Honestly, though, it’s not super surprising, as I was the same way when I was a baby. But come on, kid. Sit still for a book! Well. We’ve got all the time in the world to work on that.