I feel like I’ve been here before… writing about how time flies. But it is laying heavy on my heart again. Y’all…. my baby boy is 8 months old. He’s babbling & he’s taking 1-2 steps before falling. Whenever he is crawling, it’s like he is in a race; it amazes me how fast he can crawl. He needs a haircut. Where HAS the time gone? During some of those not-so-fun nights when I was frustrated that I had to hold William to sleep for the 30th time, I’d think to myself ‘Enjoy this stage. It won’t last long.’ I’d try to enjoy it, but sometimes my frustrations would win. My big boy now finishes his night bottle and wants to be put in his crib to go to sleep on his own. On those rare evenings when he does fall asleep in my arms- it is like heaven.
Even though he’s only 8 months, when I look at him, I don’t see a baby anymore… I swear I see a little boy.
I’d try to freeze moments in my mind- like holding him to sleep, knowing that they’d soon pass. But it’s funny how we still forget. The other night I was thinking about how if we had another child, I don’t know if I’d remember all the steps we took to have William be an independent sleeper through the night. And then I remembered our ‘Three Smile Rule’. You break the Three Smile Rule, and you were done!
When William was a baby, we would essentially have to hold him until he fell asleep in our arms. If we put him down too soon, he’d startle awake. We learned that baby boy would give us 3 good smiles in his sleep. That was our cue that he was deep enough in Lala Land that we could put him down and sneak out the door. How sweet is that?? Three angelic baby smiles. And to think I almost forgot that?! It breaks my heart you guys!!
Sweet baby boy. As much as I miss those sleepy time cuddles, I truly am so in love with this little boy at his current stage. There’s a fine line to walk of remembering the good times that have passed, enjoying the present, and looking forward to the future. It’s hard not to get hung up in one of those train of thoughts- we need a healthy blend of all.
I guess there are multiple themes behind this post… stop and smell the roses, don’t wish time away, remember the little things… enjoy your baby at whatever stage they are in… I don’t really know which speaks the loudest here. But what I do know is that I have wonderful memories of William as an infant, and I’m enjoying seeing him progress into a little man. (And every night I’ll still try to get that boy to fall asleep in my arms just one last time.)
If you’re a new momma reading this, you’re in the thick of the “pleassee can’t you go to sleep on your own” stage. Know that it does go by quickly- it doesn’t seem like it, but once that stage has passed, you will realize how short lived it really was. Try as best you can to find peace and joy in those moments of watching your new little one snuggle into your body. Pretty soon you’ll be like me- hoping for one more chance to rock your baby to sleep.