In April 2013, I started a job. 12 hour night shifts, 3 nights a week, every other weekend. Hannah was 15 months old. She could barely talk. She loved grapes, cheese, and the park. She looked like this:
She started going to a babysitter on days I had to sleep and Daddy had to work. She learned a little bit of Spanish from the babysitter- we still use the word "agua" almost exclusively when talking about water. I missed her on days I worked, but she adjusted well. I used the opportunity to slowly wean, since our doctor wouldn't do another embryo transfer until a month after we were done completely.
In July 2013, Mr. Myth and I celebrated 6 years of marriage. Hannah was 18 months old. We were down to nursing only at night a few nights a week. I was preparing to cut her off completely once my next cycle started. It didn't. We looked like this:
In September 2013, Hannah was still nursing since I no longer had to wean for the next embryo transfer. She was 20 months old. We started potty training. She had to get a new babysitter because the old one started a new job. She potty trained in about 3 weeks, using the "3 day method." She still didn't talk much, so she could use the potty, just not talk about it. Good thing she'd go on command. She loved to "help" with dishes. She looked something like this:
In October 2013, Hannah's granddad got remarried, and Hannah got to be the flower girl! She was not shy. She marched right down that aisle with her flower girl partner in crime like she was born for it. I should start a business renting her out as a professional wedding attendant. We stopped by a pumpkin patch with her cousin (1 year older) on our way back home from the wedding. She was 21 months old and looked like this:
In December 2013, Hannah turned 2! I got a wild hair and threw her a themed birthday party- the Very Hungry Caterpillar. She obliged by being her Very Hungry Self. She had started picking up lots of words just a couple of weeks before her birthday. She looked like this:
In March 2014 she was 27 months old. She would put her hand on my belly and say "baby!" She was talking in 2-3 word sentences. I was on maternity leave and loving the time I had with her as she transitioned from being an only child to being a big sister. We looked like this:
And then, everything changed. In 1hr and 45 minutes on the morning of March 28th, we went from a family of 3 to a family of four. Now we look like this: