In less than two weeks, my baby girl will be a year old! She will graduate from infant to toddler. And before I know it, from baby to child, and then from child to teen, and from teen to adult.
Slow down time, you’re moving too quickly.
During those first few weeks, even months, after she was born, I wanted time to go by faster and get to a point where she wasn’t so delicate, so fragile, so awake at all hours of the night, so newborn. I wanted a year (or at least a few months) to go by so we could get past these trying early weeks and months.
Well, now look what has happened. A year has passed. Just like that. And if this one could go so quickly, then so can the rest. And suddenly, that frightens me. I’m not sure I’m ready to move on yet. Maybe a little more baby time would be good. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. She will never be a baby again. Have I been as tuned in as I could have been? Have I experienced her first year to its fullest?
Ok, I’m getting carried away. It’s good that her first birthday’s coming. It’s exciting. It’s just nostalgic. Each new month, even day, brings some new development. It’s so cool to watch this happen.
I can’t believe how fast the time has gone, yet at the same time, it seems like ages ago that she was born. Just a year ago I was pregnant with two weeks to go (actually, I had her 2 weeks and 2 days early, so as far as I knew at that time, I had a month to go). But, my pregnancy seems like a lifetime ago too. So many developments and experiences have taken place over that time.
Not only has she more than tripled her birth weight, she has completely changed in appearance. She was born this tiny fragile 5 pound 15 ouncer with lots of black hair. Since then she went through a balding phase, and then grew back in light golden brown hair. And she gained about 18 pounds. She got 4 teeth (and is currently in the process of getting more). She is now this robust bouncing resilient cherub who laughs, points, claps, waves, plays, etc.
She has experienced many firsts, milestones, and phases: smiling; laughing; producing actual tears; “talking” (cooing, babbling, and now saying a few actual words – “Dada,” “Mama,” “quack quack,” “baby”); developing an understanding of many words; sitting up; eating solid foods; rolling over; crawling (sort of); almost standing up on her own; sleeping through the night, in her own crib/own room; mastering the pincer grasp (so well that she can pick up the smallest piece of lint from the carpet); object permanence; separation anxiety; her first cold; a sense of humor; the ability to pretend (such as “the fake cough” or the “dramatic cry”); all of the first holidays (except St. Patrick’s Day and her birthday, which both happen to be on the same day, and will be experienced soon); etc.
I’ve experienced many firsts as well: loving someone so unconditionally and deeply; realizing what other moms meant when they talked about this kind of love; worrying about someone constantly; true sleep deprivation; total responsibility for another human being; fun like I’ve never had; a future filled with excitement about the firsts, and milestones that lie ahead; and so on and so on.
I’m really thankful for such a wonderful first year with my baby. As her infanthood comes to a close, we are ready to welcome toddlerhood and many more firsts, developments, milestones, and fun. I will cherish this new phase just as I cherished the last, and look forward to all those to come.