Lily’s nearly a year, and as her birthday approaches, I find the memories of this time last year are so fresh, it’s hard to believe a year has already passed.
And, I must admit, reminiscing over my big belly and newborn Lily makes me want to do it all over again 🙂 I don’t if this is true for all parents, but for me, as I gaze into Lily’s beatific face, wreathed in big cheeky smiles, I’m loving her and already missing this exact moment, all at once. Every time I hold her and kiss her (which is pretty much every other second when we’re together), I just want to bury my face in her belly and hear her laugh. I want her to grow big and strong and kind and smart, but I want her just like this, too.
I love Lily, and I’m loving having a baby in the house. So I want another. I’m not done with this baby business yet!
So yeah. Parents tell me it’s hard. I see the haggard, sleepy faces of other parents bringing their babies to Lily’s school. They have another toddler and maybe another on the way, and they warn me: enjoy it while it lasts. Once you have two, you’ll never sleep again. You’ll pray for time to yourself, and you’ll hate your husband. Just you wait.
And you know what? They’re probably right. They told me that the first couple of months with Lily would be difficult, and they were. I had no idea that you actually had to feed a baby every two hours, that they peed and pooped (hopefully) just as often, and that breastfeeding hurts like a sonofabitch at first, but it’s true. It happened. And then it got better. She held up her head. We went to the mountains. Nursing stopped hurting and started being great. She sat up, smiled, laughed, cooed. And now we can’t imagine our lives any other way.
So I want to do it anyway. I’m fearless and a little naive, but I learn as I do, and I’ll remember to count my blessings, because I’ve got a million.
P.S. I’m not pregnant yet. Haven’t even gotten my period back. So it might be a while, but considered yourselves forewarned 😉