38 weeks and 4 days ago, I gave birth to my Sheffield baby. That is how long he was on the inside, so today, he has been out as long as he was in.
I don’t know why this day in particular was so emotional for me – I mean, I cried just looking at him today. He is growing up so fast, and I just want to freeze time and keep him this way forever. It’s so bittersweet to see him learn new things every day and start doing “big boy” things – like eating finger foods and walking with his walker.
This whole motherhood thing has been a whirlwind of emotions – from crying with him at night when I was just so exhausted I didn’t know what to do with myself to laughing with him when he thought his reflection in the mirror was just to funny to being astounded when he stood by himself with no hands on for a mere 1.5 seconds. They aren’t kidding when they say this is the hardest job by far — but dammit, it sure is the best one.
The below picture on the left was the last bump picture I got before being admitted to the hospital three days later. On the right, in the same dress, 38 weeks and four days later with my baby.
Oh baby, the places you will go. I can’t wait to watch you continue to grow.