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Ezra is 7 months old. I just LOVE his sweet little face!!!
People say how chubby his little cheeks are, but when I think of the boys at 7 months, THOSE were some chubby cheeks!!
I can't believe Ezra is the same age the boys were when they came home. And they couldn't be more different.
When Kingston and Kyrie came home, they couldn't sit up, crawl, roll over at all, and they weren't eating solids. Just 2 oz of formula every 25 seconds. No really. That's what it felt like.
Ezra rarely rolls anymore except when he's sleeping. He's crawling all over the world and has been for a couple months. He sits up, and even pulls himself up to his feet already. Which is terrifying because his balance isn't the best and whenever he pulls himself up it ends with a nongraceful face plant to the ground. He hasn't mastered that whole "land on your diaper cushioned booty" thing that babies do.
These things aren't super surprising to me. With the boys, spending their first months in an orphanage makes their delays understandable. Typical, even. With Ezra, he has two older brothers to keep up with, so crawling a little early isn't too surprising either.
But here is what I didn't realize.
I've never had a newborn through six month old, so I didn't really know what they were all about. My boys at 7 months were as baby as I'd known as a mommy. But you know what? Six month old babies know a lot. A LOT.
Ezra knows me. He is a total mama's boy. When I come home from work, he cries and lunges toward me and is whiny until I can get to him and pick him up and snuggle him. My cousin came to watch him for like 40 minutes they other day, and he CRIED for her the whole time. Which is way out of character for him. He is such a happy baby, and if he's ever fussy, he's easily calmed by picking him up and walking around with him. She tried that. And everything else in the book. He was just mad, mad mad! I came home and took him from her and he was fine.
Mama's boy.
And I always knew how much Kingston and Kyrie lost when they joined our family. They lost everything they knew as sweet little babies. But I just didn't realize how much of that they KNEW. Ezra knows things. He knows his home, and his bedtime routine, and the people in his daily life. He knows smells and foods and he even knows his own dog. My mom has a little black dog (similar to ours) and he's TERRIFIED of that dog. He pays zero attention to our dog.
I can't imagine the trauma it would cause Ezra to be moved from our family to another one. To another country even. To have to have new bottles and pacifiers. To have new clothes that smell different, and a brand new bedtime routine and a new bed. To go from sleeping with his mom and dad (Yes - we are co-sleeping right now. No judgement...) to being in a crib he's never seen before.
He would be so upset. He would be so confused. And it breaks my heart to think of him experiencing that.
But that is exactly what happened to my sweet Kingston and Kyrie. So I'm holding them tighter tonight.
And every night.
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