Okay, you caught me. I really am that dramatic. But the fact is that I don't think we've gone to a single doctor in months. Can you believe it? MONTHS. Bumble is still small, but she eats almost like a regular 23-month-old now. That is, if a typical 23-month-old wishes to subsist solely on french fries, Coke, and red Jell-O, but instead is forced to eat a lot of turkey, applesauce, and pasta.
Actually, I think that *IS* pretty typical. You know what's not typical? Her amazing good looks that far outstrip ANY OTHER KID EVER ON THE PLANET (OR EXTRATERRESTRIAL). Oh yeah, baby.
It's amazing when I think about it. A year has gone by since I last updated this blog, and in that year our lives have changed 180 degrees for the better. We didn't get a feeding tube. Instead, we got our lives back when we realized Bumble had allergies and changed her diet. That was it. All the heartache, all the fear: It's a memory now. A horrible memory that still haunts me when I pick up someone else's two-month old and realize they weigh the same amount Bumble did at one year old. When I admit that I will never again trust a doctor enough to take their advice at face value. When I evaluate what the havoc that the stress wreaked on Bumble's Dad and I and our bond. One day, I'll write a book.
But until then, I'd like to take a minute to thank God and to share some of the amazing memories that NOT living that way has allowed us to create with Bumble in the last year.
June 2008
July 2008
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October 2008
November 2008
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January 2009
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June 2009
