Hooray! I’ve kept a person alive for a whole six months!! Of course, this was a legit fear of mine, and I still check on him during the night. I don’t know if that will ever stop. Even if I know that he is ok, and I can hear him breathing from outside the door, I always have to go into his room to place my hand on his back or stomach, depending on how he’s laying, just to feel the soft up and down of his breaths. So with all that being said, here is what I’ve learned in the past six months of being a mom:
Chill parents, chill baby.
I read this on Emily’s blog of Cupcakes & Cashmere (probably the only ginormous blog that I follow), and it really resonated with me. B and I are pretty chill people anyway, but we’ve learned that if you stress out, the baby can tell. Even if you’re upset, it’s best to remind yourself of that short little mantra: Chill parents, chill baby.
Bedtime routines are where it’s at.
We’ve had a bedtime routine with Sheffield ever since he got his days and nights figured out. What worked best for us was putting him in his crib in his room at one month. And even though, we’re not technically supposed to, we always give him a nice warm bottle before bed to fill up that tummy. We finish off with a lullaby singing giraffe, and he’s out. We do this every night without deviation, and the little dude sleeps through the night most nights.
Baby giggles are the best.
I don’t even need to explain this. Trying to get him to give us those giggles has become a favorite pastime of ours.
Washing bottles sucks.
And also, it’s never ending.
The worrying never ends.
It just never stops. I constantly worry about him, if he’s eating enough, if he’s happy, what he will be like when he’s older, and just how in the world am I going to deal with myself when he starts driving a car. Yes, he can’t even sit up by himself yet, and I’m worrying about him behind the wheel.
Milestones will come when the baby is ready.
I first started concerning myself with Sheffield and his milestones around two months — right about the time he was “supposed” to be smiling at us. When he turned two months and didn’t immediately smile at us, I googled the crap out of it. And apparently not smiling at all is a sign of autism, so of course Sheffield had autism. He smiled that day that I googled that — it’s like he knew I was being crazy and thought it was hilarious. Babies hit their milestones at all sorts of times. Some roll over at four months, some at seven. Some sit straight up at five months, others need some time . I’ve had a friend with a baby who started walking at nine months, and another one who started at 18 months. Point of the story is.. it doesn’t freaking matter. It’s not like you can carry your kid to college classes in a car seat, anyway. They’ll hit their milestones when they’re good and ready.
The best thing you can do for them is just to love them.
Sometimes the only thing they need is just a quick snuggle from mom.
I’ve learned a lot more than these things in the past few months — like you actually can function on about 2 1/2 hours of sleep and you can handle being pooped/peed/spit up on — but these are the few things that have stuck out for me. I have absolutely loved this new role, and I can’t wait to see what the next six months brings.