Musings of a Mum: 9 months old
Stop! You are making my uterus hurt. Talk about a babymoon, sheesh. I cannot believe you are my very own baby. I get to cuddle and snuggle and chomp on your cheeks with kisses whenever I want to. I get to smell your tasty skin and nuzzle into your baby neck. I get to swoon at you in sun hats and laugh at your jolly giggles. You also reach for us and bury your face into our skin, making me remember how my own mother's smell is still something I crave and am comforted by. Divine, I say! I feel the days passing away and I cannot contain my panic - for soon enough you will not let me kiss you and dress you and feed you broccoli.
A few things may have contributed to my being blissed-out on Baby +Bowie . I will attempt to capture them here, for record keeping purposes, of course.
1. You are sleeping through the night! What victory is mine. We started the sleep training the day after you turned 8 months old. Despite me being prepared for a few days (even weeks) of crying nights, it took you ONE night! It's now been a month of 13 hours of uninterrupted sleep each night, and I am shaking my fist at myself (which is anatomically hard to do!) for not attempting this much, MUCH sooner. See 'Sleeping' section for more info.
2. You have finally cut your first two teeth which has restored your pleasant, easy-going, (dare I say) patient personality.
3. You seem to be on the tail-end of the separation anxiety and are content playing independently.
4. You are on the brink of crawling, but not yet!
All of these factors combine into one tasty pot of 'this isn't too hard' soup for Momma. Every day, I realize this new normal will evaporate so quickly, but I am determined to enjoy it now.
So much has changed in a few short months. You seem less and less baby and more and more Bowie. One of my favorite things is to hold up a toy in each of my hands to see which you pick. It's so interesting watching a human develop preferences.
- You have cut two teeth. First was the bottom right, and a few days later, the bottom left.
- Your pincers are working wonderfully, and you are becoming more and more skilled at manipulating toys and objects to your will.
- You are rocking back and forth on your sitting bones, eager to crawl, though not yet able to keep your torso on plane with your head. (p.s. I am fine with this!) Instead of crawling to move around, you are steam-rolling all over the floor.
- You say 'th' and several vowel sounds, but consonants are not quite there. I've been working on 'B.'
- You love to eat your toes and hate being on the changing table.
- You love, love, love the bathtub.
- You are attentive with books, and right now your favorite is one about dinosaurs and one about Monet. Atta' girl!
- Your hair is growing in as a mohawk...and darker than I expected.
- Your eyes, though still dominantly blue, seem to have more yellow specs forming.
- You've started to grab hair and scratch skin, and we've been working on the word 'Gentle' and 'No.' Your eyes tell me you understand completely.
This also marks 9 months since we have become a Mom and a Dad. We often say to each other how content we are with you, each other as parents and spouses, and our new normal. You are an easy addition, rock-star baby. We see this time with our ancient eyes, teary with nostalgia. It's just so good and gentle.
As we sat on a blanket in the sun this afternoon, I realized that for one of the first times I can ever remember, I am very much present in the moment. You've put me into the now, grabbed my forward-wandering attention, and slammed me right back where I belong. With you. Right now.
I guess that's what happens when one encounters the most beautiful thing they have ever seen,