After an unexpected positive pregnancy test, 9 months of constant sickness and fatigue that dissipated any form of normalcy in my life, 6 weeks of continual contractions, 26 hours of the hardest labor I've ever had and 5 months of non-stop screaming and food intolerance issues that left me with nothing to eat but pears, rice, turkey and potatoes, you'd think I'd be ready to move on to the not-a-baby-anymore-stage.
(As I write this, said child -- who is now 8 months old today -- is laying on the living room floor absent-mindedly taking her diaper off. Hehe.)
But I'm not.
This roly, poly, fluffy, smiley 20+ pound infant is the epitome of everything you want to squeeze in the little bassinet sized co-sleeper attached to your bed. Read: you don't want to spend a minute apart from her, even when you're sleeping.
Okay, at least I don't want to spend a minute apart from her.
She loves to snuggle. Smile. Scream when she's excited. Catch your eye and grin. Touch your face. Coo. Sit and listen to whatever is going on. And just be with her mom. Or anyone for that matter.
She LOVES going to restaurants to just sit and squeal excitedly at her siblings and watch people.
She LOVES going shopping and will recline and chill in her stroller for hours and watch for any little kids that she can catch with her eye.
She LOVES attention.
And as long as she can see at least one other human being, she's content.
Except at night. She seems to sleep better alone. Away from everyone. She loves to lay in her bed and suck on her pacifier and play with her blanket until she slips off to sleep. When her fat little belly starts begging for food, she'll holler. Other than that, she likes to be by herself. Asleep.
Technically, with the difficult year I went through to get her to this point, I should be glad, right?
But I'm not.
If I could stop this season, slow down this journey, put the brakes on this ride, I would.
But I can't.
Like grains of sand, the moments I have to just enjoy my baby are slipping through my hands faster and faster. And I can't do anything to stop this.
But even if she is 8 months old, today is the smallest she'll ever be from now on.
I read through your posts on your new blog. :) I love the guilt-free part! Enjoy your kiddies, your husband, your Father... and if you decide to let us in on a bit of it via blog post that will be great too! I've always loved your way with words. ;)
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