Can you believe that my little tiny baby boy is less than one pound away from doubling his birth weight? I’m so proud of myself that I have fed him myself all the way through. At the start I really didn’t think I would be able to do it. The reason I say this is that it hit me just now that I’m sat in the very same chair as when I was despairing and feeling like I’d never be able to do it and now … now TTB is tucked up in bed and has been since about 7:15, and I am totally chilled out about feeding him. He feeds a lot, every 2 or so hours around the clock, but I’ve made my peace with that. It’s all good.
Tonight, I gave him a banana. He was so excited by it! It got a bit slippery and all of a sudden ended up two meters away behind him in the door way but I had more success with the other half which I split into thirds. Nom nom. I hadn’t planned to start weaning for another 10 days (at 24 weeks) but it just sort of happened as I find a lot of my parenting milestones have done.
I often find myself torn between feeling “Waaaah he is growing very quickly and he is not a tiny newborn anymore” and feeling so full, happy and proud of how he is growing and how we are progressing together. He is such a wonderful boy and a perfect companion and we really enjoy our days together (banshee shrieking aside). I don’t feel sad that he is growing, really, because growing is GOOD and there is so much to look forward to that feeling sad is just pointless. The key is to value and appreciate every minute, in my opinion.
And it is with those thoughts that I realise how much growing I have done …
(EDIT: that’s a little pep talk to myself to remind me to not feel sad, I’m not saying that anyone else feeling sad that their babies have grown up is pointless. I’m just reminding myself not to wallow about the fact he is no longer a newborn – I did this at the start and it wasn’t healthy!)