As much as I enjoy watching my 11 month old grow. I’m gonna miss him little. I’ve always enjoyed the little things. Pregnancy was amazing for me. Of course morning sickness isn’t fun, or the pains and pressures. But, he was Good to me. Compared to the terrible stories I would hear about pregnancy, my pregnancy was a walk in the park. Labor went as smoothe as I could’ve ever imagined. Than, he was finally here. He was a beautiful 8 pound 21 inch gift from god. He was also a wonderful baby. He latched on instantly and preffered being breast fed over a bottle. Which I wanted. He was never fuzzy, or colicky. He would only cry when he was hungry and he would sleep all night. Other mothers I would talk to, made me paranoid to have my little one but he made momma proud. Little by little he was growing. At his 1st week his umbilical cord fell off, than his new born skin started shedding off and he was amazingly soft. He was getting bigger and bigger and it seemed like every day he was learning and doing something new.
Weeks passed and he started holding his head up, than rolling over and he enjoyed “tummy time” for the most part. Than he began to do mini push ups and at 5 months he began to sit up, shortly after began crawling. Seeing him crawl made it seem real to me that he wasn’t my baby anymore. I knew that shortly after that, he would start cruising then walking. I knew that he would no longer be as “dependent” of me as before and I instantly became emotional. Not because I don’t want him to grow or anything of that nature, but because my little baby was becoming a toddler and he would soon be preferring to be on his own. I knew that he was gonna become more curious and would prefer being adventurous than to be held by mommy. I had never felt so excited, happy, and sad at the same time. Watching him become his own little person made my love become stronger and stronger. His personality is slowly shining thru and I’m always telling my boyfriend….” can you believe WE made that?” As we stare at him in awe. Every day there’s something different. Now he’s a 24 pound 11 month old that walks more and more proficiently without holding on to hands or walls.
I know that growing is a given but to me, I feel like it’s happening too darn fast. Maybe I’m just soo in love with the fact that I’m his, and he’s mine. And I want that to last forever. I can’t wait to see the little man that he will become but I’m going to miss all of the little things. Like him falling asleep on my chest, him holding my finger as he’s breast feeding, him wanting me to hold him as he’s napping and him opening and closing his hands to tell be bye bye or to come here. I know these beautiful gestures will continue for years to come, but him being an 8 pound 21 inch baby has definately changed and that’s what I miss the most. But he’s my little being and I couldn’t be more proud of the little angel I was given 😇.
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