It’s truly incredible the overwhelming feelings you have once you become a parent. Everyone talks about the love, how you would do anything for them. You think you get it but until you are looking into your child’s eyes, where you feel like you are seeing into their little souls, you have no idea. It’s an all-encompassing, all-consuming, deeply felt, overwhelming love. A love I had never felt before. Beyond what I feel for anyone and I didn’t think that was even possible. You would truly do anything to protect your child. Anything.
I’ve discovered I’m stronger than I ever realized, conquering so much stress, bad life events, depression. It has not been an easy road but I’m still here.
The littlest things about motherhood crack me up. Hearing moms jokingly call their kids little terrorists, assholes, PITA, monsters. I love it. Because you know what? Sometimes they are. Doesn’t mean you love them any less. It was refreshing to hear quite honestly.
Being a female, figuring out my son’s boy parts has been a funny and interesting journey. From circumcision care (that damn foreskin just doesn’t want to stay detached) to the ridiculous peepee teepees. Cute idea, really. But like all moms know, they just fly off the second the pee starts. It’s a fun game to see how far they can go across the room.
There is always stringlike material from the wipes that gets attached that you have to carefully remove. And all the crevices! Good lord. I find myself with my face directly over that one-eyed monster trying to clean everything, forgetting he could shoot pee directly into my eye at any second. So far so good.
The cooing and babbling has begun. The smiles are turning into laughs. It’s cuteness overload. Something about it just pulls at your heart and you get warm and fuzzy each time. My cheeks often hurt from smiling at him so much.
You’ll do just about anything to get them to sleep when you are on the brink of collapse from exhaustion. Sound machines, shushing, running the vacuum, the dishwasher, the faucet, the dryer, trying the swing, the floor, the crib, the bouncer, the rock and play, the playpen, your bed, you sing, you sway, you bounce, you feed them yet again, you hold them while they sleep and you sleep, taking them around the block for a walk, driving, calling your aunt to come for an hour so you can nap, and on and on it goes. You pray for an hour, will settle for 30 mins and usually only get 15.
Shower? Ha! Shave? Haha! Makeup? Hahaha! Hair? Hahahaha! Your baby scoffs at these mere suggestions. I swear now that I’ve been through it I can spot a new mom a mile away. The hair is greasy, uncombed and in a ponytail. No makeup, tshirt, leggings, flip flops with toes in need of a major pedi, looking drugged and zombielike, slight belly leftovers. It’s hilarious. I think I’m going to give these people random hugs when I spot them from now on.
“He’s wearing what size?!” is heard constantly. You just cannot keep up with their drastically growing bodies. Just when you have all the next size clothes washed for the first time, folded and put away, they’re in the next size. And the sizes are sorta accurate but kinda not. Notice how confusing that sentence was? Yeah, that’s how the sizing is. It’s all a big guessing game.
Speaking of clothes, every shirt should contain neck snaps and stretchier arms. It’s like they think our babes are Gumby. No they are not that flexible, and do not bend that way.
How many chins can one baby have? I think there were 4 at last count. How do they get so much gunk between their fingers, toes and under their nails? What’s with the obsession with lights?
Seeing a baby react to a strong gust of wind is pretty funny. They don’t know what to do when it hits their face. They gasp, blink and flail a bit. Soon they will learn fresh air is a good thing.
Once they begin to babble, there are few things cuter in this world. They have stories galore to share. Their completely incoherent babble makes complete sense to them. Their eyebrows furrow, they look stern, then relieved, then happy, then confused. They squint, stick out their tongue, kick , wave their arms and drool, all to help embellish their tale. They are telling us about the drama over their parrot sister who wasn’t listening to dad, how they wanted to poop so badly but it just wouldn’t come out. How their morning bottle was too cold and how their mobile animals danced and swayed. How they wanted Mr. Bear to cuddle with at naptime, how much they love their outfit and how uncomfortable their shoes are.
At 6 months my little man is absorbing the entire world around him. It is amazing and enchanting to watch him take it all in. What must he be thinking with each new discovery? Especially since he spent so much of his early months in an incubator then indoors, sheltered from the outside world. He’s going to grocery stores, meeting other babies, playing with toys, flirting with the ladies. In the coming months he will have his first dip in a pool, cheering at his first soccer game, celebrating his first Halloween, tasting his first food.
I just love watching him learn. It is as if you can see the wheels turning and see the eyes widening. He learns how to grasp a plastic ring in his hand, how to roll over, how kicking off his blanket makes mommy laugh. He has discovered his tongue and his thumb.
These first 6 months have been a roller coaster for so many reasons but I wouldnt trade it for the world. I look forward to seeing all the new milestones in the next six months!