It’s so strange to me. As my baby becomes another month older I can mark another month off of this deployment.Both are good things, obviously, but I am reminded of how much my husband is missing out on our youngest’s first year.
Baby O is growing so well. We went to his two-month check-up and he is 14 lbs. 7 oz. and 23 3/4 inches long. His height is average and his weight is a little above average, but that just means that Mommy’s milk is doing him good. He’s a bit smaller than Bug was at this age, but Bug has always been so tall for his age. The doctor commented that Baby O was going to be my average-sized child. Sis is pretty tall for her age, too!
As far as milestones, my little mister is smiling and cooing up a storm. I’m still waiting for the first beautiful baby giggle, though. After three kids you’d think this would be old hat for me, but each milestone is just as magical as the first time I ever experienced it with Bug.
I’m relishing these days. Yes, I’m exhausted. Yes, I find myself wanting to cry often. I’m in this weirdness of wanting to hold on to my baby and these moments and wanting the months to pass quickly so my husband can be home with us. It’s so bittersweet. But I love the soft baby skin and the baby smell and nursing my little guy.
I have learned that being a mother is the hardest job I will ever do. There is nothing in this world that compares to pouring your heart and soul into your kids. Sacrificing yourself day in and day out. Trying to raise them to be the best people they possibly can, and doing it all knowing that one day we will have to let them go. Praying that we did our job well. For now I will hold on to baby smiles and coos, chubby little hands that want to hold mine, and a little boy who is so enthusiastic to help he is moved to tantrums when he can’t (Bug). For now, it’s just me and my babies. A time in my life I will never forget.