With Baboo about to hit the year mark, I’ve been thinking about not just how mind-blowing his growth and development have been, but how much has changed for me. Herewith, a brief list:
– From creeping up the stairs (I had a C-section) to finding reasons to hike up and down them, the better to burn a few calories.
– From utter anxiety about the baby gaining weight to trusting that he’ll tell me when he’s hungry or full, if only by taking off his bib.
– From wolfing down cereal bars for breakfast to having one as an occasional treat.
– From a robe to maternity sweatpants to maternity pants to real jeans.
– From charting every feeding, nap and diaper change to thinking, “Hey, it’s been four or five hours since his last bottle.”
– From zombielike staring at the video monitor to sometimes forgetting to turn it on.
– From washing bottles twice a day to washing them every other day.
– From crying at dog food commercials to crying at the thought of any commercial with a baby in it.
See, now, that last one is going to make my Aunt Paulette think I’m depressed. I’m not — it’s just that sometimes my emotional river overflows its banks. And since I’ve long been a fan of feeling my feelings, that’s yet another change that’s fine with me.
Mama-Come-Lately 
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