Friday, 23 August 2013: One Hundred and Forty Six Days Old.

Ayla’s always happy, but I’ve never seen her hypo happy before, and that’s what she was last night.

For about two hours Ayla was hyper actively playful.; she was grabbing her toys and shaking the life out of them, screeching at the top of her lungs, kicking her legs and waving her arms like she was trying to fly.

And all the while she was grinning from ear to ear and laughing her head off.

I was a bit worried at first, because I had a flash-forward vision to about two years time, but then I remembered to kick back and enjoy the hypo for what it was – pure happiness wrapped up in a pink cocoon.