...and what a ride it has been.
She is ten months old now, crawling, pulling up to a kneeling position, vocalizing, exploring and terrorizing the cats.
I already miss the days when she would only communicate to us in raspberries.
"She will never be this age again," Michael said, one night after we put her to bed.
My heart sank, because I knew he was right. She would never be, 4 months, 6 months, 8 months old again. As much as I loved each and every stage of her infancy (I could do without the 4 month sleep regression). I'm excited about the new stages of her life that are yet to come, and the learning curve in parenting her that comes with every stage.
I still feel like I don't know what the heck I'm doing, though Michael and my mom tell me I'm a good mother. I probably shouldn't let her play underneath her Exersaucer, but she is quiet and happy, so why bother her. I probably shouldn't let her have that unopened, sealed container of tic-tacs, but the container is sealed, I'm watching her and she likes the noise it makes. I probably shouldn't let her take out the Disney VHS tapes on the bottom shelf, but she's happy.
She really is a very happy, easy-going baby - so much that I didn't even know she was teething. Because why would she show the obvious signs of teething (no excessive drool, not really fussy, appetite unchanged). The only out of the ordinary sign - night wakings.
In May, we took her to Walt Disney World - two flights, three time zones, different sleep environment and she did wonderfully. People on the plane were commenting that they didn't even know she was in their section.
She is constantly surprising us with her go-with-the-flow attitude. Especially the 15 hour road trip we took in July to visit Michael's family and introduce her to her cousins. But maybe this easy going attitude we have is rubbing off on her? Or maybe she just likes to travel?
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| My nephews, T and K meeting Miss A for the first time. |
Can I honestly admit that she was worth the wait? Yes, I can. Though this admission is still hard for me. Mostly because the waiting and the heartache sucked, oftentimes reducing me to a blubbering, crying mess. Many times it felt like ache to have a child would never end.
I remember pleading with God for an end to the journey, the struggle, and pain. Just give me an ending, and answer, God: Are we meant to be parents to a baby, or parents to college students? Because I was so tired of being stuck in the middle for so long.
I know she is not our ending. In fact she is a new beginning and we are already 10 months into that beginning and it is going by so much faster than I anticipated. There are times when I wish I could freeze time, so I could savor each stage of her life at my pace. Because I know one day I'll blink and she will going off to college.
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