Like how incredibly soft he is.
How he molds to my body, snuggles right up in my neck, sighs and goes to sleep.
How he smacks his lips when he's hungry. *Swoon* Why is this so cute?
But there are a few things I totally forgot about. Good thing, too.
Like how hard it is to swaddle a squirmy baby in the middle of the night.
How tired I am in the middle of the night.
How when he's sleeping, I want him to be awake, and when he's awake, I want him to be asleep.
How he'll take a binky from anyone but me. Seeing as how I'm the human binky, and he prefers it.
How he poops. All the time.
Baby gas. So sad.
That crying jag at 1 in the morning and you have no idea what's wrong. You bounce, you rock, and soon you run out of ideas because you're so tired you probably wouldn't know how to use the restroom yourself right now let alone sooth a fussy baby.
But I also forgot...
About their tiny hands and nails. Tiny feet.
About watching older brother and sisters loving on baby. Oh my.
About how he shudders with complete contentment when he's done nursing.
About bath time.
About tiny socks and onesies and diapers so small they get mistaken as bouncy balls by my 2 year old. Probably ought to throw those away in a more timely fashion...
Baby burps.
Baby snuggles.
Even baby cries. So sweet.
I can almost (almost being the KEY WORD here, folks) see how people have 8,9,10 kids. Having babies can be a teeny, tiny bit addicting. Loving every stage.
I watch Chloe and my heart pitter pats and I remember when she was a baby but I wouldn't change back time and give up this fun new stage with her. Never the less, I have a hard time putting down my baby boy. Every time I do, I feel the clock ticking away and feel him growing bigger and bigger and needing me less and less, and while it's nice to have a little independence, it's also so wonderful to watch them fall asleep in your arms.
There is something so exciting about getting to know a new human being every step of the way. A new member of our family we don't even know, who will be with us for Eternity.
But, Eternity can wait. Right now, I think I'll settle for a baby kiss, a Chloe kiss, and a nap.
6 comments:
I love all of this. And you. And I'm glad that I'm not the only one who may or may not have a few diapers lying around waiting to be disposed of properly.
Oh my gosh, SO dang cute! What an angel! So fun. I hope you are sleeping alright! SO precious!
I totally understand! And my baby is only 8.5 months old and I had already forgotten about how he smacked his lips when he was hungry as a newborn. Ah so cute! I miss that stage. I can understand why people have 8 or more babies. I don't think I'll have that many, but babies are the best!
So sweet. You make me so look forward to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Last night I was sleepy, rocking Baby, & remembered about 3 yrs ago when I'd be so sleepily nursing in the middle of the night. I'd doze off just enough for my arms to drop her away from me, then she'd scream & wake me up & I'd have to fight the mad wiggly baby to get her to relatch. Good times.
I just wanted to say that I LOVE all of those little pictures you have on here. So adorable!
Amen. To all of it. You are such a great writer. You should write a book. Seriously.
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