Look what Elizabeth can do!
No more newborn baby at my house. It's so sad. I love brand new, wrinkly red, lay like a lump newborns. I love that moment when you hear your baby cry for the first time and see her swaddled like a papoose with her beanie hat the next. I love the cradle cap and baby acne and crossed eyes. I can't believe there will be no more newborns for me. I could cry.
I do, however, enjoy watching my newborn grow into a baby. She's pulling up and trying to hold her head steady. She is smiling and cooing and turning her head to follow us around the room. She has a double chin and thunder thighs and a perfect belly button. I could eat her up, she is that delicious, but she keeps growing, she won't slow down and that breaks my heart just a little with every new skill and every little outfit she outgrows. She's my last baby and I am trying so hard to hang on to every moment of it.
Next week, Elizabeth will be two months old. TWO MONTHS OLD! That means only ten more months until her first birthday. Didn't I just have a baby yesterday? In the chaos that is round the clock feeding and crying, two months passed by, how did that happen? My body has healed and the maternity clothes have been packed away. I am wearing exactly the same thing I was wearing when I found out she was coming. I am slowly learning to clean and cook and live our lives with an extra person around, we have figured out our new normal. This is our now. The newness is wearing off. I love the newness. I miss the newness. Sniff.
I do, however, enjoy watching my newborn grow into a baby. She's pulling up and trying to hold her head steady. She is smiling and cooing and turning her head to follow us around the room. She has a double chin and thunder thighs and a perfect belly button. I could eat her up, she is that delicious, but she keeps growing, she won't slow down and that breaks my heart just a little with every new skill and every little outfit she outgrows. She's my last baby and I am trying so hard to hang on to every moment of it.
Next week, Elizabeth will be two months old. TWO MONTHS OLD! That means only ten more months until her first birthday. Didn't I just have a baby yesterday? In the chaos that is round the clock feeding and crying, two months passed by, how did that happen? My body has healed and the maternity clothes have been packed away. I am wearing exactly the same thing I was wearing when I found out she was coming. I am slowly learning to clean and cook and live our lives with an extra person around, we have figured out our new normal. This is our now. The newness is wearing off. I love the newness. I miss the newness. Sniff.
8 comments:
Oh, she is just adorable. I don't blame you for missing the newness...
She is so sweet! Time really does go to fast. I wish I had a pause button sometimes, just to savor a moment a few minutes more.
How cute! I miss dressing mine up in all the tiny cute baby clothes! I kept most of those packed away for keepsakes!
What a sweetie.
Your post gives me hope! Thanks!
The maternity clothes, though, I don't know if I'll ever be able to pack those away. With my first born, I'd already lost all the weight. Not so much this time.
It goes by WAAY too quickly doesn't it??? She is just too beautiful!
I wanted to let you know that I haven't had a chance to send the Hotsling yet. I'm going to try REALLY hard to send it out to you tomorrow. Sorry girl...it's been a crazy week!
I'll let you know as soon as I send it so you can keep an eye out for it! :)
Two months already?!? And I STILL haven't completed her minkee yet! I'm sorry, Elizabeth! It's coming - I promise!
I definitely know how you feel, Andria. Look at my last baby... She's 5 months away from being 2!!! Reading your post brought tears to my eyes as I thought of how quickly Amy is growing. Isn't there some way we can slow down time so we can enjoy each stage a little longer?
I used to dread every milestone my children made until one day I realized I was looking forward to the next phase. It's like now I can see my husband and I driving a two seater car ....one day...instead of a mini-van. Sure, my youngest is only 3, but it's a good feeling to finally walk down the baby aisle in the grocery store and not feel sad because I'll never buy baby food again.
Maybe I'll fullfill those needs by buying it for my grankids one day!
Has it really been 2 months!! That's nuts! Jacobs going into the 9th grade this year right?? Just kidding
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