Our Visit to Holland

I'm sure many of you have read that story Welcome to Holland, but in case you haven't, take a moment to read it here. It might seem like my life is fairly normal, but the reality of it all is that while Maura hasn't had a seizure in over two months, she's far from your normal baby who is about to turn one.

Let me give you some perspective.  There are no baby gates in my house.  This is not because I'm so free that I let my child roam free.  It's simply because Maura isn't mobile enough to need them.  If the girl moves ten feet in an hour, I'm lucky, and that will be backwards at that.

Maura still sleeps in a cosleeper.  Yes, she's probably too big for it, but she doesn't roll or move around in her sleep at all.  She really isn't capable of it.  It's actually nice because she can still be so close to me without being in my bed...and considering she nurses half the night, I'd rather have her nearby.

Her crib? Where she currently naps on occasion?  It's still set at the highest setting. Maura doesn't pull up yet.  She can't possibly fall out of her crib if she doesn't even pull up to sitting, muchless standing!

Here we are, on the brink of one, and Maura isn't even crawling yet.  She only recently got enough strength up to pivot and roll from her belly to her back.  While it's nice to not have to worry about her getting into everything, we really are in Holland.  Someday she'll get there...until then, we'll enjoy the windmills...