913 days later. Miss is being potty trained. Ammon continues to whine. Both sleep through the night. Miss can dress herself and demands to do so and can say so much she can pretty much verbally communicate with us. Ammon loves his brothers, can hold his own when wrestling either one of them and enjoys being the 'baby' of the family, and still mama's boy. They are off the charts for height, weight, health. No sign of 'preemies' remain. They read books, build train tracks, race cars, watch shows, color, eat, make messes, help clean up, run and swing and slide and laugh. They love stickers and puppies and treats and nursery. They sing songs and do hand actions. They fold hands and bow heads for prayer. They give kisses and hugs. They love life.
And as for mama - I am not so tired. Most nights I sleep through the night too. I am finding and defining myself and recovering from the phase of baby raising years. Some of me will never be the same from having babies. A few stretch marks stamp the sides of me, stating my passage to motherhood. Most of me, thank goodness, has returned to normal, or rather my new normal, post 4 babies. Lots of hard work and it continues to be a process. But the biggest change of all is one that cannot be seen of measured and that is the size and depth of my heart and my love for the four little babies that are growing up into dynamic toddlers and are a blessing to me, this family and all those that know them.
