Okay, I have GOT to break out of this box I’ve put myself in, that whenever I blog it has to be all serious and stuff. Because then I don’t blog, because I don’t have anything serious to say all that often right now. So I’m gonna talk about something FUN! Yay!
I’m going to talk about my baby. Here he is:
Isn’t he CUTE??? Yeah, I’m kind of nuts about him.
He just turned 6 months old. I can’t believe he’s halfway to 1. He was born in early December on the coldest, nastiest, windiest, snowiest weekend I think we had all winter. I remember walking across the parking lot to the entrance of the hospital, stopping for two contractions along the way (they were that close together!), the bitter wind cutting through my clothing like a blast of ice water. And I was an absolute nervous wreck when we left the hospital with our new baby – he was so little and fragile, and we were taking him out into a wind chill that was well below zero!
Of course now we’re dealing with the opposite extreme. The temperature got up close to 100 degrees outside yesterday. I don’t do well with heat, and neither does the baby. Luckily we now have this glorious thing known as air conditioning. Ah, bliss…
Oh, oops, rabbit trail. Where was I…
I can’t even begin to describe how much having a baby has changed my life. I’m still the same person – at the core, I’m still me – but I’ve been enhanced by this experience. I’ve discovered that I’m a lot tougher and a lot more logical than I previously thought. During the extreme sleep deprivation stage in the first few weeks, I remained amazingly calm. I told my husband one day, “I’ve settled in my mind that this is just how it is when you have a new baby. There is nothing I can do about it and stressing out isn’t going to help. It’s just a phase, it will pass. Now please stop messing with my mental calm.” Now THAT was weird. Normally my husband is the totally logical rational one. Except when he’s sleep deprived. Then we switch places.
But the sleep deprivation phase passed, and we settled into our daily rhythm, me and the baby. Life is pretty good. I love being a mommy. I’m not going to sit here and say it’s an absolutely perfect existence. Because it’s definitely not. It has its ups and downs. There are times when I long for the carefree days. And then the baby grins at me as he bounces in his Jumperoo and my heart melts and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
He’s a big guy, my baby. At 6 months old, he’s 27 ½ inches long and weighs just over 17 pounds. He’s mastered the art of rolling from front to back, back to front, and side to side. He can’t quite sit up on his own yet, but the pediatrician confirmed my theory that it’s only because he’s so tall – it’s harder for him to balance. He’ll get there, though.
He loves to suck his thumb. He pretty much only does it when he’s really tired. I try not to let him do it during playtime, but if he’s going to suck his thumb in his crib while I’m not there, there’s not much I can do about that. So I don’t worry about it. I frequently find him curled up on his side, thumb firmly implanted in his mouth, snoozing away when I go in to check on him during naptime. It’s so cute I can hardly stand it. But I tiptoe back out of his room and let him sleep. He takes his sleep very seriously and does not appreciate being interrupted!
He has discovered the fun of going on walks. We strap him into the stroller, and he gazes wide-eyed at the world as we stroll through the neighborhood. The fresh air and sunshine always get him good and sleepy. By the time we get home he’s ready for a nap, so we try to time it that way. I like to put his adorable denim hat on his little fuzzy head, to shade his eyes from the sun more so he can look around. There’s a park just a short walk from our house. It’s going to be so much fun when he’s big enough to go in the swings.
That’s how I try to look at the future. I know as he grows up, I’m going to miss these days of him being a baby. That’s a given. But there are so many fun things to look forward to. So those things are what I choose to focus on when I think about the future.
But for now I’m just going to enjoy my sweet, snuggly, happy, chubby baby. Who will be ready for his next meal in a few minutes. I’ll go upstairs to his room and quietly say his name as I open the door. If he’s awake, he’ll turn abruptly towards my voice and grin, thumb still in his mouth. If he’s still asleep, I’ll creep over to the crib and gently wake him by stroking his arm or rubbing his back or tummy, whichever one he isn’t laying on.
Then I’ll talk to him for a second, leaning over the side of the crib, savoring this precious moment of babyhood. Because I won’t get those moments forever. So I’ll enjoy them while they’re here. And when the new moments come, I’ll enjoy those too.
And then I’ll make attempt #2 at feeding him apples. Which he did not like this morning. He looked at me like “This is NOT my yams, crazy lady!” as I attempted to spoon the homemade applesauce into his mouth. Methinks my child is a yam addict.