My youngest is officially ten months old and we’re creeping up on that one year mark. Combine that with the upcoming holidays and I’m starting to feel sentimental. How is it possible for a year to fly by so quickly? His first birthday will definitely be bittersweet.
It may mark the end of the infant years in our home. Each day (not exaggerating), I discuss with my Husband about whether or not we’re done having kids. With how often my answer flip flops, we’re leaving it in God’s hands and doing anything drastic.
We’re blessed with two healthy boys that I’m beyond thankful for. Nobody has ever said to me “you make it look so easy” because my boys aren’t easy. I haven’t slept like a normal person since 2013. They are high maintenance, love attention and have more energy than the Energizer bunny. Right now, we divide and conquer. When we’re in public, he watches one while I watch one. I like having that parental control and feeling like a team beside my Husband.
Going from no kids to one kid was far harder than having a second. Yet, I feel like a third would be even more challenging.
So in the meantime, I am celebrating the last of the “first moments”. I won’t feel any guilt purchasing an extra costume for his first Halloween or that “Grandma’s Little Turkey” outfit. I’m not sure if these upcoming holidays will be the last time I celebrate them with a baby, so I’m going all out.
I apologize in advance for bombarding my social media pages with baby photos. This chubby cheek phase will only last a few more months and I’ve got to make the most of it. Other Moms tell me that each stage is special. I trust that they’re right because the baby years will be hard for me to let go of.
Any other Moms struggle before the big 1st birthday?
Read about my postpartum body acceptance issues with kid #2.