| Happy Happy Birthday Baby Blues |
Well my little guy had his first birthday party yesterday, and I have to say that it was a pretty good day aside for a few minor details. It gets me thinking about all the things that we've gone through over the past year from the moment we were induced the morning he was born. I have to say that I did have a nice pregnancy, no major discomforts, and mostly just anxieties because I'd never been pregnant before. I'd say I'd give the whole experience a two thumbs up. It's not really that I'd mind doing it all over again, just the whole labor part needs to be way different next time, but there are things post baby that you take for granted and wish you could have back even for a day. Don't get me wrong at all, I love how Kyan can give me a bite of his cracker now, or how he waves bye-bye about two minutes after we beg him to do it to relatives and what not but then waves to every car in the parking lot at Wal-mart and to random door greeters, and how he says Mama/Dada and crawls away fast when you're chasing him. I like how interactive he is now and the new milestones from feeding to clothing to toys that he's going through, but then there are the days when I wish that he'd fall asleep on his own after only 10 minutes or less on my boob. I'd also like to get through one diaper change without using about 20 baby wipes, singing "The Wheels on the Bus" about ten times (anyone know what comes after the wheels, the horn, the wipers, the babies ... on the bus go...?) so he doesn't roll over and we get only one cheek in said diaper, or to be able to lay and snuggle with him in the morning and have him actually lay in the same spot and not want to jump up and down on the bed, bouncing, and holding onto you. lol. Then there are things I don't miss like the irritating smell of formula after you forget that you left a stray bottle in your baby bag, burp cloths that are stuffed in every hamper in your house and always two new ones strewn across the bed/couch/etc. for ready use. The spitting up from his reflux and the crying the would insue from both Mommy and baby (hormones have atleast calmed down a little bit) or how I couldn't watch A Baby Story without getting queezy (And now saying, "That's still not how I remembered it..") or any type of crime drama (CSI, SVU, L&O, etc.) or Lifetime Movie involving missing, miscarried, abused babies and children without crying and squeezing Kyan because it made me feel guilty for saying "Oh that's a stinky dipie!" or "Aw man! The spit up stain didn't come out!"
But, with the optimism of my Aunt Tina, who I would personally like to thank because right before the end of the party and the guests started to disperse she asked the question that I was waiting for "So when are you having your next one?!" I guess I'll just have to wait for baby #2 to get to experience it all again.
*Incidentally, I'd like to say that there will be another blog posting on my thoughts about asking the "next baby"question. |
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Alias: SNM
Hometown: Farmington, WV, United States
About Me: SMN is currently a S@HM who resides in the Senior Citizen capital of the world. Amongst her many talents are writing, tiptoeing through the mind field that is her living room, saving run away strollers, lacing any comment with sarcasm, and changing a diaper in 10 seconds flat. Her greatest achievements are birthing Thing One and Thing Two. Ongoing projects include diving into the world of blogging, weaning an aggressive breast feeder, parenting and all it's challenges, and being a wife she can live with (as well as her husband).
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