While eating lunch and picking up the bajillion puffs snacks/chicken bits that my daughter dropped from the high chair, I was introduced to a gentleman who just recently had a baby. Scratch that. HIS WIFE just recently had a baby. Someone asked him if the baby was "a good baby" so far. His response was priceless, "Um...not really. No. No, actually he's not at all. I really love him, but he cries...a lot, like unless he's eating or sleeping!"
Oh, how it took me back to the first, ummm, THREE MONTHS with our daughter. Another lady asked how his wife was handling motherhood so far, to which I expected a generic "oh, she's doing great, she loves it". Instead, he said "well, it usually goes something like he cries, so she cries. Then she cries, so he cries..but I guess she's doing the best she can. I try to help, but when both of us are running on zero sleep -literallly- it's hard to NOT cry."
I wanted to reach out and hug his wife, but she wasn't there so clearly that was impossible. He and I talked for a little while about how my husband and I (mostly me with the crying) had been there and how even though they've probably heard it a million times, it will pass. I promised him that the zero sleep, though sucky now, won't last as long as he thinks it will. I always hated hearing that though, because it seriously feels like the sleep deprivation will never end when you're in the thick of it. I asked if they had a baby swing. He said the baby didn't seem to like it whenever they'd tried it. CUE MY DAUGHTER (again). Emerson hated that thing for the first month of her life...then I found the HIGH SPEED button. It was a dream. No literally, that's the only way she would dream at nap time for like 4 months. Yikes! Anyway, I told him to strap the baby in and crank that thing up and let it work it's magic. He said he was going to try it as soon as he got home. Let's hope that baby likes it...otherwise, he'll think I'm a total load of crap. I'm willing to take that risk considering I'll probably never see him again...ever.
That encounter has me reliving so many memories from Emerson's first few months. Guys (and girls)! She will be 9 months old next week. I cannot believe that. TIME IS FLYING! She waved "bye-bye" on her own today and I almost cried I was so proud. I'm going to be a mess the first time she drives away in a car, or God-forbid, when she goes to college. It's so crazy how fast time really goes. People said it would and now I know what they mean. Seeing her do all of these "big girl" things really has me wanting to just soak everything up because it's going to be gone before I know it.
My last post was all about being real on social media, so I'm going to put that into practice.The past, I don't know, 5-6 weeks Emerson has had major separation anxiety and will scream bloody murder the moment I leave her sight. Like make-you-want-to-rip-your-ears-off screams. It's horribly sad and loud...very, very loud. I snapped this picture of her the other day while I was washing dishes. She was in a "can't let go of my mommy" mood and I thought it was actually quite adorable, minus the hicky on my leg from her lips (kidding).
And finally, a laugh to end our time together. Don't you think we should all eat lunch like this? She also loves sitting like this in the carseat and when riding in the stroller. No shame in her game, y'all.
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