My baby turns 1 in less than a week and a half. I remember this time last year, I was so (sort of) ready to meet him. I was anxious about labor, but just wanted to see if my baby was a boy or a girl and what he or she would look like.
Now, just a year later, I am greeted with a little boy, full of personality and life. He has never really been too much of a cuddler, except for when he’s feeling sick, sleepy, or getting fed. Especially now, he’s so much more independent, pushing off of me to get down and explore. I can hardly believe it!
For the past week, he has been waking up in the middle of the night. We have alternated what we try, but it’s either a bottle, rocking him, holding him, replacing a binky, or letting him cry it out. Last night, he did not want to fall asleep on his own AT ALL, even though I KNEW he was exhausted. My mind told me to leave him, that eventually he would cry himself back to sleep and that he shouldn’t learn to rely on someone else, but my heart went and snatched him out of that bed and cuddled him in our Queen size until I was sure he was fast asleep. I thought of just how quickly this Little Man has grown up and how, in less than a week, he will no longer be truly defined in “months” on this earth; I cuddled and snuggled with him because he let me. And because I’m not sure how much longer he will…