I often ask my husband, “do you think we should have had a baby sooner?” Michael is about 7 1/2 months old now, and he’s at such a fun age. Whenever he sees me, he grins with his whole mouth and he seriously thinks I’m the funniest person EVAR. (I’m going to remind him when he’s a teenager and thinks I’m so not amusing…) When I pick him up at daycare, I like to walk up quietly so that he can see me and be surprised. When he does finally see me, his eyes light up, his whole face breaks out into a grin and he starts pumping his legs excitedly. I love it. I’ve never had anyone be so excited to see me!
He’s growing so fast though, both in intelligence and motor skills. It’s seriously so incredibly amazing. I now understand how so many women love babies and totally miss when their children were babies.
I made it.
Its taken a lot of time, sleep-deprived nights, some tears, a few galactagogue experiments and time in a window-less closet of a room at work, but I made it to my goal. Michael hit the six-month mark on July 1, which means I hit the six-month mark for breastfeeding, which was the minimum goal I had. It was not easy going at times, especially after returning to work, but now it feels a little more like smooth sailing. Except for the sleep-deprived nights.
Shall I share my challenges? I shall. That’s what this blog is for, after all.
I keep getting this question. My answer…
I really don’t feel like mommy. I feel more like an extended baby-sitter right now, since he’s so fun and cuddly and I don’t have to discipline him or anything. That’s probably when I’ll feel like mommy.
