This Sunday will mark Sammy’s seventh month on this planet and again, all we seem to be able to ask ourselves is…where has the time gone?
Actually that’s a lie, that question comes up but so do a crap ton of other questions like:
When will he be able to poop without crying?
How long does the drooling last?
How many days a week is it okay to have a babysitter?
How come when absolutely nothing is happening he fusses or cries?
When will he take a nap without fighting sleep, which usually involves SCREAMING?
When will he be old enough to leave home alone?
He found his penis at 6.5 months old…is that normal?
You know, these types of questions and more. I guess it comes with the territory. One thing I find great comfort in is when I look back at the first few days or weeks with Sammy and literally feeling utterly and completely dazed…possibly like being hit by a Mack truck. Even now, every single day is new territory for us since we only have the one baby. Every phase, every sound, and every movement is new…good, bad, and indifferent.
I think the one thing that happens even though everything remains new, is that over the first few months of having your child and being able to successfully keep him alive you gain confidence in yourself. It’s just like with anything you do; once you have some life experience with it you really start getting comfortable regardless of what’s going on, you just seem to be able to handle things a bit better.
You start to worry less and enjoy more. You actually do start questioning things less, at least we have. Some of that comes from actually working on not over thinking every little thing. We use to go in to our pediatrician with a list of 20 questions and now we go in with maybe one or two. The dynamic changes. The soundtrack goes from “Holy shit, what are we doing” to “Eh, he’ll be fine”.
And the journey continues!!