It is sad, really. My baby is a big girl. As I hear vocabulary coming from her that is a few years ahead of her age, I am reminded very clearly during our conversations. My youngest son is about to enter middle school and my oldest is a teenager.
I know, I know. No more dirty diapers, puked on shirts, sleepless nights from teething. I know that I will never have to look for a changing table. Sleepless nights from the kids are the exception and not the rule. I celebrated with O was finally totally potty trained. And now, being a FFW with a newborn and FOUR other muppets, I know that is insanity. I know that, but sometimes...
And now, as I sit here on my own trying to not take that next pain med, I long for those days when I could scoop the babies from the bassinet and just be amazed that I was able to have such a part in that miracle. The baby smell, the sleepy smiles, the milestones.
But, alas, the times they are changing. In 10-15 years there will probably be babies back in our house, they just won't be mine. They will be my grandkids. I am not in any rush, but at the same time...
Hopefully some babysitting will take care of it and I can get my baby fix that way. Wish me luck.
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