Poor baby has a cold and some very sad bathroom issues. I used to start summer vacation by sleeping in, but I did a spin class at 6 am and then took him to the doctor at 8. He woke up from his only 40 minute nap with snot everywhere and woke up screaming from his afternoon nap. I stood in his room and rocked him back to sleep until he woke up on his own again. While I rocked him, I thought about this new phase I was kicking off. Though the day hadn’t been any fun, I felt a surge of gratitude for this sweet babe and that I could be with him while he felt so sad – that I didn’t have to hear about it second hand.
At this point, I’m unsure if I will go back to work in the fall, but I feel like I understood a little something about motherhood today: babies make their moms happy – snot-nosed, constipated, tearfully screaming, and all…
(If I hadn’t been home today, I would have also missed his new little army crawl and his desperate attempt to retrieve a toy underneath the couch. What you can’t hear is how hard he is straining to reach it. Welcome to the world of losing stuff under the couch, baby.)
(I would have also missed this little moment of happiness.)
6 comments:
Oh sweet Tate, I can't believe how big he is, moving around and all. What a cute face, love it.
i think it's the hardest days that i end up loving the most. i can't wait until we get to talk. i've been working the last few weeks and you've kept me going! it's so hard, i really don't know how you do it! let's set a phone date. miss you liss.
It's definitely an adjustment.
Love this post! A 6am spin class, seriously? You're my hero!
Sorry he has a cold. Hope he gets better before you come to see us.
We are excited.
Oh my goodness is he just the cutest or what:) Good luck on your newest adventure.
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