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Raise your hand if you LOVE ice cream as much as she does!! Ok, but there is so much more going on with this photo. Yes, she has chocolate ice cream dripping down her entire face BUT she is feeding herself WITH A SPOON! Enter happy dance from mama 🎉 such a huge milestone. Two summers ago, we tube weaned. That summer was awful! Every single tiny droplet of liquid that would enter her mouth was recorded on paper. David and I would take turns sitting in the rocker feeding her with a bottle for H O U R S on end. That’s really not an exaggeration in case you were wondering. It took months. Slowly but surely she started taking in small amounts with the ng tube out of the way. She self-weaned from the bottle and worked on drinking with a straw cup when she was 18 months. Now she slurps down veggie pouches like they are chocolate milk and eats mostly what the rest of the us are eating at mealtime. She still takes forever to eat some days and often there is more food on the floor than she ate because she just finished the crackers she snuck before dinner. But seeing her take a spoon and work so hard to eat her ice cream was rewarding. The pure joy all over her face was worth all of our hard work. It was so great to get away this weekend and make memories with my favorite people! my cute tiny walker! blog post up! link in the profile :) Three years ago... one phone call changed everything. This sweet babe I was carrying in my womb, diagnosed with a major heart defect a couple of short weeks prior, halfway through the pregnancy, whose future felt uncertain. The doctor told me there was a high probably the baby I was carrying also had Down syndrome. A simple blood test would offer more information. What I thought I was going to hear that day I answered the phone call from the genetic counselor was the odds were low for Down syndrome and that somehow, she just had a heart defect. Instead, the kind woman on the other end of the line gently offered the news the blood test along with the ultrasound findings confirmed their suspicions and my baby would definitely, 100% in her exact words, be born with Down syndrome. The most precious gift I could have ever asked for. Sure, I did not know what I know now, three whole years after that initial phone call. So many tears flowed down my cheeks through the last half of that pregnancy as I struggled to wrap my mind around what the diagnosis meant for me, for her, for our family. What I came to find out through these last couple of years is it means that we have a third daughter in our family who has a fire in her belly and a sparkle in her eye. Tough when she needs to be, yet so incredibly tender-hearted. Loves to make us laugh, join in dance parties, and watch Daniel Tiger. She squeals “daddy” when she hears the door open and constantly asks for mama when I am just out of sight. She is determined and works hard. I am so incredibly grateful for this spicy little redhead, whom without I would be missing out on so many wonderful things. Heart update on the blog! Link in the profile. Sister is out for summer break and someone couldn’t be happier!

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