I was the first-time mom who couldn’t WAIT for her baby to grow up. Be ONE already! Come on!! Crawl! Walk! BE FREE!!
Well, now that baby is 4. Yah. 4! I know, I know, lots of you mamas are older than I am, and you’re chuckling to yourself a bit right now. Just bear with me, k? 😉
We just finished our last first birthday. Conner turned ONE yesterday. Umm…how did that happen?
I need to put the baby clothes away. I need to put the baby clothes away. What am I doing with a box full of newborn-sized onesies and sleepers? Come on, Kara, get it together. Just go in there and do it. DO IT.
I actually find myself trying to SQUEEEEZE Conner into clothes that clearly don’t fit him anymore in a strange and feeble attempt at keeping him small. I can’t stand it that he’s getting bigger. I sold the bassinet a couple of weeks ago and I had a meltdown.
I’m supposed to be popping out babies until I’m at LEAST 29…AND I’m supposed to have at least one girl in the mix! Quite honestly, I’m waiting for the day that I’m miraculously healed of MS and I can have a couple more children. Until then, it’s in my best interest to not have any more.
I’m trying to say goodbye to having more babies. All those firsts….I miss them! It’s getting close to the time where my ‘little’ baby isn’t going to be little. He isn’t going to want to be rocked to sleep anymore. And it kinda hurts. On the other hand, I’m a little bit excited to be able to play with Lego as a family and not worry about the baby choking on a piece.
I’m learning. I’m learning to deal. I’m learning to enjoy every single moment in my kids’ lives, and I’m trying not to take anything for granted. I’m also human, and I’m trying not to think about the fact that I will not be having any more children. I physically am able to carry children. For real, people. I could get pregnant right now, and trust me, it’s crossed my mind to just ask my doctor to remove all the female-ness of me that allows me to have children and be done with it. I mean…right? Because then I actually could NOT have another child. If you’re laughing, that’s okay. I’m a bit awkward. It’s cool.
When did you decide to be ‘done’ having children? OR…was it something that had to be decided for you?
I delved a little deeper into this on my personal blog, feel free to check it out. (Confession: I had to use dictionary.com to make sure I used the word ‘delved’ correctly.)