One of Those Moms
We’ve had some changes go on in our house over the last few days!
Little Sophie is not so little anymore. We were going to wait until we returned home from our holiday in Canada before we moved her to her crib in her own room. But, she has grown so quickly that her moses basket was just getting too cramped for her.
Just days old, fitting ever so nicely.
Often when she would move around in the night she would hit the sides of the basket with her arms or her feet and then wake herself up. Finally over the weekend I told Steve that it might be a good idea to try Sophie in her crib a little earlier than planned.
In her crib, all swaddled (something she used to hate).
Sunday night was the first night in there. I’ll admit, I had a little anxiety about this. After all she has been beside me since birth, in our bedroom, next to our bed in her basket. But knowing she was just next door in her own room and wasn’t that far away I was able to suck it up (don’t ask me how i’m going to be able to let her move away for college someday if I had a hard time putting her in her own room in the same house!). I never thought I’d be one of those moms. The kind that got all nervous and anxious about this but I obviously am. I have the monitor beside me though. It flashes green to show me that she is breathing and it picks up the sounds that she makes, even though her room is so close that I can hear her anyway. But, i’m one of those moms who checks on her breathing and probably will even when she’s 10.
I finally feel like Sophie and I are “getting each other” more as each day passes. We only met just over two months ago after all. I had to get to know her. She had to get to know me. I’m learning her likes and dislikes and building routines around her schedule. She eats roughly every three hours. She sleeps until about 8 each morning and then after some playing she usually wants to nap around 10 or so. She loves to play during her awake time. We read books like “Where is baby’s belly button?” and sing songs like the alphabet and the theme song to The Comfy Couch. Tummy time is getting easier. She holds her head fairly well but still hates being on her tummy for too long. She loves her baths and will happily sit and enjoy them anytime of the day. She’ll even sit through my silly moments of playing hairdresser. Yes, i’m one of those moms who gives my child a mohawk. Look at that hair. How could I not?
I’m also one of those moms who cries during vaccinations and checks her temperature every hour for the following 24 hours to make sure she is not running a fever.
I’m one of those moms who will pick a booger out of her nose. It annoys her when I do it, but I can’t just leave it there.
I feel like i’ve really got the hang of this mommy thing. Some parts i’ve felt like a natural at, and some have felt like i’ve really had to work hard at. But I guess i’m one of those moms who even though i’m doing my best for my child, will question herself. Some days I sit and look at Sophie, with her bottom half covered in poo thanks to a diaper that overflowed and I just laugh (because what else are you supposed to do, really?) and when she’s sleeping soundly in her crib all covered up, fed, warm and comfortable I know that i’m one of those moms who’s doing a damn good job.
And i’m one of those moms who will wish my own mom a Happy Birthday today…
After all, I learned everything about being one of those moms from her.
Happy Birthday Mom! xo