Oh Baby - watch him grow!

So T is now 5!
He was born at 36 weeks gestation - exactly 36 weeks - and 5lb 11 oz or 2.580kg.

As of his height and weight check on Friday (actual birthday on Thurs) he was 102cm and 15kg.
In the past year since his surgery his speech and development have come on so far it's been an incredible journey and one which would never have happened if he hadn't had the surgery and the tube placed.
He's blossoming and flourishing now.
He excitedly tells you what we're having for dinner, he hassles his grandmother to bring back chippies on a Friday after swimming and he clearly enjoys his food.

He's not eating enough yet to achieve his 'holy grail' - a "Bye Bye Purple Pump Party" or a "I can now eat enough to grow and thrive all on my own" party. But we're walking in the right direction.
He did lose this month (500g) after about 3 months of consistent 500g gains but that in part was due to trialing him on reduced feeds and also because I split my focus too heavily in N's direction with his eating.

Last night W was asking me questions about his birth, things he hadn't asked before - what did we think, what did we worry about, and what was he like in the NICU. So I was going through his photo album with him but also read him snippets from the journal I kept during that time. Lovely, special but emotional.
I was reading him bits of emails I'd printed and saved from his first year and was actually horrified as I read the ups and downs of his weight and the battles we had. Doctors saying he had to be a certain weight by a certain time but never really following through with helping us get there, the hours and efforts I spent to feed him and the elation of weight gains and the despair of losses.

That was nearly 12 years ago. The more time goes on the more things stay the same.
We may have the same agony and esctacy - it's just different doctors and a different child. We still have the same responses from the docs though.
No wonder I'm tired - and tired of it all.