It seems that for months, whenever someone has asked, “How old is [Nora]?” they follow my answer with, “Is she walking yet?”
This question gets old, people.
To help keep things lively, I tried to change up my answer. “Not yet,” I’d always start out, but I’d continue with things like, “She’s taking her time.” Or “She’s just not ready.” Or “We’re enjoying it while it lasts.”
Although she rolled over on time (perhaps even early), started sitting up at an average age, and even belted out an impressive “Tessa” for a first word at 10 months old, Nora has been slow to take on other things. She was late to the party when it came to standing. And crawling. She didn’t cut her first tooth until 10 months old, and still only has a total of four teeth now. As a result of the “no teeth” thing, she was late to tackle finger foods. She still really only has a handful of recognizable words, when other 14-month-olds are talking up a storm by now. And, well, as so many people remind me with that age old “Is she walking?” question–she’s late to learn how to walk.
Most of the time, I don’t worry about any of these things. I know that the “normal” range for milestones is large. Kids do things at their own rates. On their own time. When they’re ready. I know that it doesn’t make Nora “slow.” I know she’s not “dumb.” I have this mommy/spidey/sixth sense that tells me she’s just fine. Plus, our pediatrician has said she’s fine, so there’s professional backup. It also helps that at daycare, Amelia (the other baby girl, just two weeks younger than Nora) has been on the same “schedule” as Nora, and in some ways, Nora has been ahead of her.
Until Amelia started walking two weeks ago.
So, I admit it. Every once in a while, I will see blog posts or video or photos of kids Nora’s age doing things that Nora’s not doing. Or I’ll see these things in children in real life, like with Amelia. And worry tries to creep its way into my mind.
I am happy to say that as of yesterday, Nora is proving my instincts correct, and helping to ease my mind. The last week or two, she’s been taking steps. But just one, maybe two before collapsing into a heap on the floor. She’s been walking a lot more with assistance, but her balance? Pretty much atrocious. She’s kept trucking, though.
And now? Well, see for yourself.
(iPhone video, sorry for the quality.)
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 31 and have been married to Michael for five years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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