It is the truth that once you have kids stuff that focus’ on you (or your husband) suddenly becomes nothing more than an afterthought. Well, maybe not an afterthought, but definitely not as important as it was before.
You see, tomorrow is my husband’s birthday. The day after that is our 7th anniversary. Guess what I have done to prepare for these events…not much. I ordered a few presents for his birthday then suddenly realized how mediocre the whole thing was. I don’t want him to feel as though his birth or our anniversary is unimportant to me, because they aren’t, I’ve just been a bit distracted with Muppet’s many idiosyncrasies (another story for another time) lately.
So today I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to prepare for these events. I bought stuff to make some fun cupcakes for his office, I managed to find a few small gifts that he hadn’t requested, and I put together an idea for a simple anniversary gift. I’m exhausted. I used to be all into this kinda stuff now it has become a last-minute ordeal. I really need to work on that.
4 little souls that could have been. I will remember and love them always.
Pushing down on me, pushing down on you, no man ask for.
Ahem. I mean, yeah. Sorry but sometimes you just gotta give into the Bowie. Anyways, ever since Muppet turned one I’ve felt a lot of pressure about different things. 3 things in particular: Having a second child (recoil), taking away her pacifier, switching from bottle to sippy cup.
Let’s start with the later. Muppet doesn’t know how to drink from a sippy. My intelligent child who astounds many with her genius (Yup, I’m THAT annoying mom), can not figure it out. She can drink from a straw, but she can’t tip a cup to drink from it. Go figure. My doctor wants her off bottles by 18 months, meaning I have 5 more months to go. I’m already dreading it.
Pacifier. A hot topic for many. Right now I feel no need to take it from her. Blah blah, it can ruin her teeth, blah blah. Right now I don’t care. She needs it. She is very attached to it, especially when she is upset. It quails many the tantrums so I feel no need to end that now.
Another baby. People know we struggled, they know she is adopted, so why do they assume we can just go ahead and get another one? I mean I really want another one, but life isn’t simple like that. Leave me alone people!
As a new parent I’m assuming this is only the beginning with certain pressures and I have to tell you, I don’t handle it well.
I didn’t get it before I was a parent. You know how people say they love the smell of their child’s head? It seemed weird to me. Sure I knew babies smelled good but I thought it was just the lotion or hair product that you put on them, I didn’t get the whole ‘my baby has their own smell’ thing.
But, Oh. My. God. Muppet’s smell. I can’t get enough of it. I swear you could give 100 babies a blanket to sleep with and then give them all to me and I would be able to tell you which one Muppet slept on. And it’s not her lotion or hair product, those smell good too, but her smell is so much more. At night when I go into her room to check on her before I go to bed I open the doors and I’m enveloped by her scent, her whole room smells like yummy baby goodness. Sometimes I just sit and smell her blanket. Yup, I’m that weirdo now.