Bringing an actual person into the world, who is 100% dependent on adult humans, is one of the scariest and most rewarding things I will ever experience. After 40+ weeks of preparing for her arrival, I was surprised at how unreal this feeling was. This tiny human was counting on me to not screw it up. There is so much pressure just in that sentence. And of course, I have screwed up plenty thus far. But looking back at the last 15 months, I think I have done some good things too. I, along with tons of help from Paul, our parents, our friends and other family, have managed to keep her fed, mostly healthy, clean and pretty darn happy, or so it seems.
She is thriving, actually. She is in the 80th percentile for weight – girlfriend loves food. Obviously she would love food. Of course, because she is my daughter, I think she is extremely advanced. She is probably right on par educationally, but hey, I think she walks on water.