Today, my little man is exactly 20 months old. He's not a baby ... he's a toddler; a kid. A few days ago I had the unfortunate experience of having to give him the heimlich. I was momentarily paralyzed: not because he was chocking, but because I suddenly realized I didn't know if I should be laying him over my arm and giving him sharp whacks between the shoulder blades (baby) or doing the heimlich (kid). Quickly decided heimlich as he was in a good position; thankfully it only took one thrust -- all is well! The experience solidified for me beyond a doubt that he is now a kid, and no longer a wee babe.
Now he's sleeping peacefully (I'm sure growing!) - and I can pretend for the briefest moment that he's still a baby.
Today Baby K2 is exactly 23 weeks. Last night for the first time I felt extensive activity! I've been feeling baby movement for well over a month now, but just little flits. Last night, almost an hour straight of acrobatics - fun and yet still weird/bizarre. Another life doing its thing in there ...
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