On the Eve of My Baby’s First Birthday

As I sat there on the eve of my second baby’s first birthday, it hit me like a ton of bricks:

My baby is about to be one.

When people ask me how old he is, I can’t reply in months anymore! “Oh, he’s 4 months old. 10 months old. Almost one.” No, now the answer is “He’s one.” There are so many emotions behind having a one year old and not a newborn anymore. Happy, sad, excited, anxious. ALL THE FEELS. I am someone who overall loves the newborn phase. As hard as that phase is, is there anything sweeter than newborn cuddles? I think not.

It makes me so happy to see our little man growing up. He is such a happy baby, I think it would be impossible not to be happy! If I’m having a bad / off day, his smile can literally turn my day around. He is growing and learning so fast, and that is so exciting! I love watching him follow his brother around and eat more new foods. Shout out to breakfast foods for being his fave! He learns new things every day, and each new thing is quickly followed by loud claps and cheers.

In the midst of all of those cheers and loud claps though, sometimes I’ll feel a pang of sadness. The excitement of watching your baby grow can also come with a few tears and longing for those now foggy memories of the newborn days. With each new thing he learns, it means he’s growing up. He’s not my little baby anymore. It goes by SO FAST, even faster with the second baby it seems. Part of me isn’t ready to let the newborn phase go yet, but I know I have to.

As much as I’m in disbelief, my baby is a one year old now. And you know what, I miss those newborn days, but man am I excited to see what’s to come and watch my little guy grow!

Now can one of you mommas out there figure out how to slow down time just a little already?!

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