He'll only be 3 next month, but looking at this picture I can't believe his baby days are already gone. I started to miss those days when he was just a little one and could fit in the crook of my arm. I miss those days when I could put him in one spot and he'd stay there. I didn't have to worry about him getting in to anything. He hadn't discovered that he could assert his independence yet.
The time as a baby just goes by so fast. They grow up so quickly that first year. I looked at this picture of Lucas and wondered why I didn't enjoy this time more.
Then I remembered. The crying. The messy diapers. The crying. The sleepless nights. The screaming. The time to make baby food. The crying. The constant need to be held. The crying (his and mine). The constant need to nurse. The ear-shattering crying. The standing and doing the sway-rock-shush-bounce motion over and over. The not wanting to be in his crib ever. Oh, did I mention the crying? Haha!
Looking at this picture reminded me of what it was like our first night with him in Boston. Climb in to bed with Lucas. Nurse. He falls asleep. Lay him down in crib. Climb back in bed. Head hits the pillow. Loud cries from Lucas. Rinse and repeat. And repeat.
Joe tried to help by giving me a break. He took Lucas into the bathroom and tried the shush-sway-bounce-rock routine. But it wouldn't work. He only cried louder. Or so it seemed to me. Lucas never seemed to be able to self-soothe himself. And he only seemed to want me to soothe him and nurse him.
You know how a baby's cries seem to echo in a hotel room? I was worried that he was waking up our whole hallway. So exasperated and on the verge of crying myself I told Joe to just give him back to me. Which in turn, frustrated him, because he wanted to help. It had probably only been 2 min since Joe took him to the bathroom, but with the screaming cry of a 5 month old it felt like 30 min to me.
It seemed like Lucas cried A LOT. But he probably cried the average amount of time for a typical baby. Its just we had Kayla first ... and she didn't cry much. And when she did cry she was easy to soothe and she didn't have a loud, piercing, screaming cry. We always said she had US spoiled!
Despite all that crying ... we survived. And yeah, I do miss those 'baby days' :)
Each stage has its trials and triumphs. The twos were trying in their own right! But again, we survived ... and now we have the 3s to look forward to!
5 comments:
Wow! What a little guy. Can't believe that he'll be three! Seems like yesterday when Kayla "announced" that you were expecting!
It doesn't seem possible that it's been 3 years. Wow!
I've never had a baby who cried much, I can imagine how hard that would be. There is something about how that certain cry just pierces your spine.
So glad he's past that point. :) Bring on the 3's!
oh how sweet! I have to say I am living the "crying" stage right now and talk about being spoiled by Little Miss. Marissa was such a sweet baby, not that the boys aren't, but they have a couple of wails that will make you cringe. Thanks for the reminder to appreciate and cherish this time in their little lives.
Oh Michelle, the best of times and the worst of times. It brings us to one conclusion.. we deeply love our children!!! and we miss the "baby days" Lucas almost 3 just doesn't seem possible, he was just two last year! :) Love mom
Such a sweet picture! Isn't it great how so often with our kids, we forget all the tough times and only the good memories remain? Just the way it should be!
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