In 11 days, D will be 6 months old. SIX MONTHS OLD!!!! And while I could claim that I loved this kid the second he was born, and I could claim the love was unconditional and all that jazz, it'd be a lie. Because while I did love him AT TIMES, there were times where I didn't.
There were nights when the husband and I were doing shifts with the little bugger, where I'd lay in bed having a breakdown, wondering what the HELL we had done to our lives.
There were days of endless fussing where I literally counted the MINUTES until the husband would get home, so I could hand my screaming child over to HIM to have just a TASTE of what my day had been like.
And now, while there's NEW stresses (uh, sleep, sleep, and MORE sleep), life's a HELL of a lot different with this kid. And the love I have for him, well it's that Hallmark/weepy/pathetic/sappy kind where I think I'm actually kind of ADDICTED to my boy.
Because this boy of mine? I seriously think he's the cutest kid on earth, and I can NOT get enough of him, and of everything he does.
Like his hair. He's finally got a bunch of hair coming in, and it looks like a little buzzcut. And I can NOT stop rubbing it!
Or the "mmmm" noises he makes while he eats now. Which honestly, the first few times he did it at the boob totally weirded me out, but now it's just one more of those pathetically cute things I love about him.
Or the RIDICULOUS way he took to rice cereal by actually grabbing the spoon and putting it in his mouth! And fine, he probably learned it from watching us, but seriously, the FIRST time I feed him real food he doesn't just eat it, but tries to do it himself? And to be all mom-like... well... I'm amazed just watching him try. Watching this boy who SOMEHOW can just do this stuff?! It's awesome.
Or the way he always rolls over to his side to sleep, the second I put him down now. If he DOESN'T roll to his side? That sleep/nap ain't happening.
Or the way he never takes to anything easily, because he's stubborn just like his mama, but once he DOES take to something, he's ON it - like his naps. Two weeks into nap-training and D now has an 80-100 minute nap every morning, and a 35-50 minute nap every afternoon, along with another 15-30 minute one late in the day. It's still not what the BOOKS say he should get, but f* the books. This is working for my boy, and that's all that matters.
Or the way he eats up EVERY ounce of attention when he's out in the Bjorn. I can't leave the house without people telling me I have the smiliest baby ever, and I can't help but be thankful for that EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Or the way when he's in the Bjorn, and I keep him out just a LITTLE too long so he's hungry or tired, all I have to do is the Jaws sounds (dun dun, dun dun, dun dun dun dun dun...) and he giggles and lets me buy some time til we're home.
I can't get enough of this boy of mine, and I am so so SOOOO lucky to live where I live, that I get an entire year of this. Of this actually just getting better and better and better.
Thursday, 13 May, 2010
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Congrats on the 6 month milestone!
The more you write about your son, the more he seems cut of the exact same mold as mine.
From the crazy donkey boy beginning, to the giggly addictable present (except when he metamorphs into the devil some nights), even the mmm mmm sounds & the rolling over on his side to sleep!
Of course each child is unique but it is very refreshing & reassuring to hear about another experience similar to mine---makes me more certain that it wasn't us and our terrible parenting skills, & that nothing was wrong with him...
Gotta love those active attention-hogging little boys!
Love this post. Happy 6 months, D!
xxx
Seriously, this post may buy me another day's worth of sanity. I'm 6 weeks into this baby thing (after the IVF/infertility thing), with a year off work yawning before me, and I'm wondering what the hell I have done to my life!
Everyone tells me I have a really good baby, but all I see is a ticking timebomb of neediness! Also, that insta-love thing people keep talking about? Ain't happening to me either. It's good to know that I just need time, and that there are good things to come.
Congrats on getting to 6 months with your sense of humour intact!
WOW! 6 months! Wonderful!
6 months!!!!
happy 1/2 birthday!!
um...any plans of some covert baby photos one day??
Happy 6 months D!
I'm so glad you've found something that works for you in terms of sleep training. You're so lucky you get a year because you are so right--it does just get better and better! Enjoy every second ! :)
It is funny how those first three months seem like a distant memory. I mean, I ~know~ it was miserable but I don't really remember the details all that well.
Six month olds I will just gobble up!!
You're getting into the really fun part, from my experience.
I love the way you describe your addition. Almost makes me want to do it again.
Z-z-z-z-z-z-z...
I am always in awe of the women who have ultimate love the second their child is born. I think it is a learned love. You have to get to know this new little person as they have to get to know you. It's a process that I think they left out of the "mom handbook." :)
You hit the nail on the head with your last sentance.
It gets better and better and better.
It DOES!
Reading this post is seriously knocking my baby lust into overdrive.
Emma, I'd never tell you advice that says it gets better, but I can say for me it has - thank gawd!!
Calliope, check out the link on the left column... "D on Flickr" :-)
I just have to say that it was so nice to read this and hear how you both are coming along.
The span from 6 mos to walking is it's own kind of best time to be a mom. Once he is mobile, it gets a lot more intense because parenting requires vigilance, seemingly never ending vigilance.
As a mom to a three year old boy, I say enjoy every second of every day. Because, while it continues to get better and better, and while his first, "I wuv you, mommy" will melt your heart and rock your world, there is something very special about the stage you're in right now :)
Your post just goes to show ya, it does get so much better once the first shock of the newborn phase wears off.
I felt way more happy when The Boy was a little older.
I absolutely loved reading this post. It is so full of gratitude.
It really does keep getting better and better and better.
And just when you think it's the best it's ever been, it just gets better.
Awesome!
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