I’ve just realised it is Goodbye Baby Years!
It is strange how one’s perception changes. I found the Baby Years tough at the time. The exhaustion, lack of sleep, breastfeeding struggles, crying babies and routines. I found it very hard to adapt from being able to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted to having every waking (and sleeping) moment ruled by a baby. When things got tough (more often than not!) I found myself wishing away the baby years, looking forward to this mommy business wouldn’t be so demanding. My mom and many other moms warned me against wishing away the baby years and promised me that when the time passed I would miss it.
They spoke the truth. I still speak about my “babies” and people respond asking how old they are. My babies are 17 months and 3 1/2 years old, neither one is a baby. I have a toddler and a child.
Even so I didn’t realise it until I went to see someone recently and she had a 6 week old baby. I didn’t pick this baby up or get too close, but I had an intense urge to. I wanted to put my face up against this baby’s head and smell that amazing new baby smell. There is nothing like it in the world.
When I got home I suddenly started missing having a baby. I wanted the closeness of cuddling a baby close while breastfeeding. What on earth is happening to me? Is this what broody feels like? I hated breastfeeding! Maybe it is like a close friend said to me, we get to an age where our bodies tell us we must have a baby when we see a newborn.
In the blink of an eye the Baby Years are gone and suddenly I regret all those moments that I wished away. I could have spent another few minutes cuddling my babies instead of always trying to get things done.