I think there’s some kind of rule that when you write a post about your baby turning one you have to say things like, “I can’t believe it was a year ago that I woke up with contractions and realized I was in labor!!”
But yeah, that’s basically how I feel. I remember the day Tessa was born really clearly. (It helps that I live-tweeted the whole thing.)
Originally I wanted a Leap Day baby, but when they moved back my due date I focused on Valentine’s Day instead. I wondered if I’d need to be induced again and, if so, should I choose Valentine’s Day? People told me, No, no, Valentine’s Day would be a TERRIBLE birthday! Well, she showed up on Valentine’s Day all on her own. And I LOVE her birthday. People smile whenever I have to give her date of birth. The way I see it, she always has a reason to feel special and happy on Valentine’s Day. (It also means I can buy Valentine’s clothes on clearance and have her wear them year round.)
That holiday is forever changed for us. On 2/14/11 we got Graham’s diagnosis. On 2/14/12 we got Tessa. We didn’t celebrate last year. We’re not sure we’ll get time to celebrate this year. But that’s okay.
So much has changed this year. And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been as a parent.
I’ve barely noticed the Valentine’s buzz because it just makes me think about my little girl.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe that baby with the squished old man face is now my sweet, adorable Tesser Messer. She is my late bloomer. She spent her first six months convincing me she’d be another difficult baby and then suddenly mellowed into this adorable, smiling thing who is doted on constantly by strangers. My friends are convinced she never cries.
She still doesn’t walk. She pulls up but can’t cruise. She has just the tips of two teeth sticking out of her lower gums. She has soft hair of nondescript brown and hazel eyes. Her eyes are the loveliest shape. I can’t wait to see how they look as she gets older. She still has 2 dimples, one on each side.
We’ve given her the official first word of “nana” aka banana, but I think it may just be her own primeval squawk for food. We think she might be on the verge of saying “daddy.”
She is independent but loves her brother. She plays with anything: cars, crayons, anything. She is starting to do her own little bobbing dance that looks kind of like a peacock strutting, the way she bounces and sticks her head out. She loves music and watching Mater’s Tall Tales on Netflix.
Tessa always wants to play with her brother. He is the only person who can make her laugh.
She is a good traveler. A good napper. A bad night sleeper. She has never made it through the night without getting up at least twice. Usually 3 or more. Lately it’s been worse since she has a cold and Graham is coughing at night and waking her up and then she wakes him up and it gets kind of crazy. I have no idea what it feels like to get more than a couple hours of sleep at a time.
She is serious, an observer.
While I was pregnant with Tessa I thought she was a girl. I thought she’d be dark-haired and dark-eyed. I thought she’d be sweet and calm. For a little while it looked like my predictions wouldn’t all come true, but actually they have. She’s exactly what I thought she’d be.
I’ll be honest: one-year-old is a hard time for me. But at the same time, it’ll be nice to see her develop. It’ll be particularly nice to have her talking.
I am looking forward to getting to know her better. I know there’s a complex little girl under that cute baby face.
Happy Birthday to my lovely little Messa.