I’m just shaking my head. 11 months has flown by at a speed much faster than I ever thought possible, and my head is just spinning. I remember this time last year, just how deeply uncomfortable I was, waddling everywhere, and breathing like I had just run a marathon when I had only walked about 10 feet. All of that seems so far away, but the birth of this sweet baby? Seems like it was just yesterday.
Granted he’s not a year old yet, so I won’t fast forward time anymore than I already have, but this past month has been jam-packed with new things. Baby’s first fever, first molar, first time pulling up to standing, first tiny cruising steps, first waves and claps and yesterday? Yesterday he waved at me and said, “HA.”
YOU GUYS!!! HE SAID HI! AT 11 MONTHS OLD!!!
Hashtag baby genius.
That pretty much sums it up, though. This month has been busy and full of fun and wrought with craziness. A is very much in love with his momma, which I can’t say I’m upset about, and fiercely protective of his time with me. I know that it’s a phase, and very soon he’ll be busy playing with his dad and brother instead.
Food is finally starting to get really fun with my guy this month. It’s taken him a little longer to enjoy food the way his brother did, but there’s really nothing he doesn’t love at the moment. Because he has all of his teeth (and then some) it’s easier for him to chew than when W was his age, so we’re able to try a lot of new things. Although I guess strawberries – raw and freeze dried – haven’t been loved as much as I think they should. Someday. Someday.
With sickness and molar-cutting, sleep has been harder to come by these days. He’s been waking up around 2am every night, at which point I take him a small bottle and then rock him back to sleep. Part of me wishes he would just sleep through the night already, but those sweet snuggles are so rare and I kind of dig the one-on-one time. Usually I end up just enjoying the 25 minutes of bottle-feeding and rocking, then hop back in bed myself. That may not be what the books say to do, but I don’t care – that’s what happens when you have a second child I suppose!
I haven’t really talked about postpartum stuff lately, mainly because there’s not much to report. The hormones from no longer nursing are on their way out, and I’m starting to feel more and more like my normal self. I’ve been experimenting with workouts and have found some success that I’ll share when the time is right. Suffice to say my time frame for workouts is really small, so I try and make them count. That, plus working on eating a more balanced diet, has certainly started to make a difference.
Well guys – that’s about it for now! If you need me I’ll be sobbing in the corner every time I think about the fact that A is almost 12 months old. And then some more sobbing when I think about the fact that W is almost 4 years old. Time is flying so fast.
A, you are so funny and fun, so very quirky, so handsome and smart and strong. I’m so blessed to have you as a son, and I literally thank the Lord every night that I get to be your mom. I pray for you and brother to know how loved you are, how precious you are to us, how unbelievably incredibly miraculous you are. God made you perfectly, in His image, a young man to bring Him the glory. I hope you know what an honor that is, and that we pray He opens your heart to hear the whispers of love and grace in every moment of every day. You are so loved, my dear boy. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life being your mom!