Motherhood :: Month 7

Seven months of Baby Bean!

My baby is still a baby, but yet not much of a baby anymore. Every once in a while I look at him and wonder, where did my baby go and who left this little boy here?

Somehow, at gatherings, at daycare, wherever, we have become the experienced parents. We are the ones who know how to juggle the baby and the diapers and the bottles and the rest, who fearlessly bring our child to restaurants and gatherings and events.

Okay, we still have plenty of flubs. There are diaper blow outs. I made a baby food mixture too rich and little man chucked it all back up in a heartbeat. Sometimes there is crying in the night and we look at each other waiting for the other one to figure out what to do.

But there are also times when there’s a new mom about to cry while dropping her baby off at daycare for the first time and we’re the ones giving hugs and advice.

I’m so grateful to our friends for babysitting little man for the first couple months I went back to work. It was such a wonderful transition. He’s taken to daycare so well, but I think a lot of it was due to the groundwork she laid for us.

We’ve had some big changes this month! I got a confirmed “Mama” from little man when he was playing with his daddy and trying to figure out where I was. Although “Dada” is his favorite word these days, I still have the honor of being his first word.

We’re not sure how many of his other words are real words and how many are coincidences. I asked him one evening if he was being helpful, and he said, “No,” shaking his head emphatically. I haven’t been able to get him to do it since, but it made us both roar with laughter when he did.

We also had two teeth show up! His bottom central incisors popped up toward the end of the month and I’m pretty sure his top two are going to show up any day. While his daddy says he’s going to look like a mole rat with just the top two and bottom two teeth, I’m pretty sure he’s still going to be adorable.

This month, I sent a picture of me with little man to one of his NICU nurses we kept in touch with and thanked her for all the help she gave us in the beginning. She was so happy to see how he was doing. I can’t imagine what it must be like for them, with all the babies coming through and not able to help all of them. The more I mother my little man, the more my heart breaks for babies who aren’t as fortunate as he is.

Or parents who aren’t as fortunate as us. Every day when I wake up to this little man and his crooked but sweet little Harrison Ford smile, I’m grateful.

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