My daughter is two days shy of being five months, and each day I continue to be amazed at how quickly she is growing and changing. I’m not sure why it seems so shocking to me? I worked with kids for years, and I know just how fast they sprout from babies into running around, crazy on the move kids.
I literally have moments of newborn depression, wanting my small, scrunchy, squishy little newborn back in my arms. There are times when I desperately wish I could just close my eyes and be back in the hospital the day she was born and have a second chance at taking it all in. I almost forget how small she was. I cry looking at her “old” newborn onesies and the few random newborn size diapers that are still stashed in the back of her closet. “How the hell did she ever fit into these?” I literally say it out loud every time I come across something that hasn’t yet made it to the “already too small” pile of packed away clothes. But, she did fit into them, and it wasn’t all that long ago. She is no longer that curled up bundle I took home from the hospital back in February.
While I seem to miss her fresh bun out of the oven stage every day, I absolutely LOVE where she’s at now. For the last five months, every day, every week and every stage has been full of pure baby bliss. She’s developing a personality now – a sweet little girl personality full of spunk, smiles and pizzazz. And I cannot deny that as much as I miss her newborn stage, this stage is so much more fun. I love watching her every day – she amazes me. She kills me every time she grabs her feet in “happy baby pose” and “eats” her tiny toes. And she completely melts my heart when she wraps her chubby little rollie pollie arms around my neck and gives me big wet sloppy kisses. There is absolutely nothing better.
These are the days people – the days that test me, claim me and exhaust me. They are also the days that fill my entire life and being with the most unconditional love I have ever known. These are the days I surely know I’m going to miss sooner than I care to admit. So next time I’m frustrated that my five month old is screaming because she simply just wants to be held and cuddled, I’ll shut up my “I’m exhausted can’t you just play for five more minutes” thoughts, scoop her up into my arms and enjoy this stage of wet sloppy kisses, tiny tasty toes and the ever growing love and bond I have with the best damn girl I know.
Happy blogging readers!
Slparke