Ms P turns one this weekend and it’s kind of a bittersweet birthday. It marks the end of an era in this chaotic household. The era of babies is over. There are things I will miss and things that I am glad to be done with.
Things I will miss
- the feeling of holding and cuddling a newborn baby
- being pregnant
- experiencing all the exciting firsts that happen during baby’s first year
- wearing a tiny baby snuggled contentedly in a ring sling or wrap
Things I am glad to be done with
- being pregnant
- having to function at work after the baby has been up nursing all night
- having to pump at work
You’ll note that pregnancy is on both lists. Like most women, I had a love/hate relationship with being pregnant. Morning sickness hit me hard, hard enough with the boys that medication was a necessity. With G and P, I had sacro-iliac joint issues that made moving and staying still painful. But still I will miss that amazing moment you feel that life growing inside you move for the first time. And I will miss the excitement of labor and hearing the announcement of the sex of each child (we never found out during our anatomy scans with any of them).
I’m sure I will write another one of these posts in two years when we say farewell to toddlerdom for the last time. And yet again when Ms P departs on that big yellow bus for the first time and the preschool era comes to a close. Each of Ms P’s first’s will be bittersweet for me because they will be the last first of that kind for me and that is kind of sad.
I look forward to all the exciting things to come for our family, but I will always look back on this time period as a very special (and exhausting) time in my life.