Yesterday marked ONE month since we welcomed our second son into the world.
One month of dirty diapers.
One month of sleepless nights.
One month of breastfeeding, burping, spit-up etc.
One month of telling my year and half old to be “gentle” and not hit, step on, or head butt Michael.
All in all it’s been a month of firsts that have been entirely enjoyable. Being Michael’s mom is simply too easy.
There are no complications, no specialists, no medicines to administer. He’s a perfectly healthy little boy and I couldn’t be more grateful to be able to fully enjoy my time off with him.
When our oldest was this age, we’d only been home for mere days. And it wasn’t like we could just pick up where we left off and have all the experiences that the typical parent goes through.
So this month has been pretty significant for me and I made sure to thoroughly enjoy it, not worrying about caring for the house as much as I normally do. I often find myself watching the little nugget sleeping or talking and wondering how P would’ve been had things gone better. P was a laid back baby as it was and Michael seems to be the same way but would I be the same parent to Michael had I not been on the other side of the coin with Peter?
The answer is no. I would not be the same parent because I’m not even the same person that I was the day before my induction with P when we were blind to the condition he was to be born with.
A month. So much happens in a month and we’re often quick to take advantage of the good without realizing that for others, a month is a long time.
So mommas, be sensitive and never take advantage of the time we have with our kiddos. They do grow up way too fast!
