Bye Bye Baby Gear

Bye bye bouncer.

Bye bye activity mat.

Bye bye burp cloths, diaper bag, and butt creams.

Bye bye baby washcloths.

Bye bye pacifiers.

Bye bye sleepless nights (mostly), and newborn screams.

Bye bye white noise machine.

Bye bye music & light projector.

Bye bye touch & feel book, sippy cup, and baby toy.

Bye bye infant car seat.

Bye bye onesies.

Bye bye crib, bib, and my little baby boy.

Image of my son two years apart.

My baby boy is growing up for sure. As I pack away the baby gear, I can’t help but reflect on the past two years and how much we’ve all grown. 

Inspired by Good Night Moon by Margaret Wise Brown (another “baby” book that we don’t read as much anymore).

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It was a very good year…

I’m humming this Frank Sinatra song as I type, reflecting on my son’s first year.

Sweet Baby O

Baby O – just 1 week old

I remember his arrival like it was yesterday….the baby who wasn’t sure when he wanted to make his big debut, and driving me crazy in the process.  We didn’t know if we were having a boy or a girl, but it was ultimately Baby O’s indecision (or lovely Braxton Hicks contractions that led to three trips to the hospital) that made me think I was having a boy!  The third time was the charm, meeting our handsome son only about 2 hours after being officially admitted in the labor ward.

So many memories: the adorable pout he did shortly after being born, meeting a proud big sister, and going to his first wedding at 3 weeks old. My daughter, just shy of 2 years old at the time would sing to him, telling him “don’t cry” and also proclaimed, “He likes me.”  All of the new-baby snuggles, nursing, blow-out changes, and lack of sleep seem in the distant past as I think of the squirmy, tall 1 year old, who is just starting to take a few steps on his own.

The first three months flew by, ending with a fun mom-son flight to visit one of my dearest, best friends. He was the happiest baby in the Denver airport as we flew back home. I can’t believe how smoothly that trip went!  What an awesome, easy-going baby, ready to see the world!

After getting home Sunday night, I went back to work that Monday. It was definitely a last hurrah for me!  Then time really started to fly – first Christmas, starting cereal, leaving work, smiling, cooing, rolling, almost sitting up, eating homemade baby food, pounding on the play piano, putting any and everything in his mouth, and showing off his personality more at 6 months.

More milestones followed over summer – staying overnight in a hotel, first train ride, teething, scooting, making tuba noises and dah dah, playing with random things: paper, shoes, cardboard tubes, curling ribbon, babyproofing more and more, first time swimming, crawling doing his “butt scoot boogie”, saying more words, cruising on furniture, and taking his first steps just a week before your first birthday.  What a good year my little man!  I feel so blessed to be your mom!

 

Becoming a SAHM

They say God sometimes speaks in whispers, and I would have to agree.  Though it is sometimes hard to really listen when you are so busy living life as an employee, wife, mom, sister, daughter and friend.  After going back to work for two months after maternity leave, I finally heard some of these whispers, which ultimately led to my new job as a stay at home mom.

A Christmas breakthrough

Seeing our friends and family at Christmas was wonderful.  I love Christmas, and sharing its magic and family traditions with a 2 year old and an infant is so precious. My family returned home after a whirlwind of festivities, and I remember nursing my son in front of our Christmas tree that night and breaking down crying.  I thought, “I don’t think I meant it when I told all of our relatives that I like being back at work. Here I have this sweet baby boy, and I am missing all of this time with him by going to a job that is not fulfilling. What am I doing?”

A few more weeks

At daycare my son wasn’t drinking much milk from his bottles and wasn’t in the best sleep schedule. When he came down with a cold, he stopped eating altogether. I left work late-morning that Friday to come to his rescue! I couldn’t continue working if my son wasn’t going to eat for eight full hours!  After some more soul searching and conversations with my family, I determined that it was time to leave the working world and become the SAHM or CEO of our home.