I feel like every blog post from here on out is going to start this way but I’m such an emotional wreck this week. So many things happened and are happening…can we please freeze time for a little awhile?
How is it possible that in a mere three days, THREE DAYS, my tiny little newborn is going to be 9 months? How is it possible that she’s been growing and living on this Earth for the same amount of time that I carried her in my tummy for? I was going to count the days and hours but I hadn’t even started yet and I was already tearing up…
The past 9 months have felt like such a whirlwind. It feels like a whole lifetime ago that I found I was pregnant for the first time, or that we sat in the hospital for 17 hours in labour. My pregnancy with Nora felt like it went by so fast compared to actually being by her side. I’m thankful that these past months went by slowly and that I was able to appreciate and enjoy every single moment. I never want to forget this time with her, how tiny her feet are, her smell, how she looks at me, all her first milestones. I want to remember how much she likes to throw herself off furniture, and how the only way to get her to laugh is to pretend to drop her. I still can’t believe how far we’ve come!
(Insert pic on Sunday -9 months in, 9 months out)
I know it will start to go by quicker once the new baby comes and as they get older, the years will fly by before my eyes. So I’m going to enjoy the next few months with her being as present as I can be, stare at her for as long as I please, and inhale her scent for just a little too long.
I never thought I could love someone, or be as proud of someone as I am with my baby girl. For those who know me, yes I’ve felt the love of a Mother before, Cloe will always be my first baby, and I love her as much as I love my own, but I can’t take all the credit for the amazing child she has become today. To love every single inch and fibre of a human being is incredible.
In honour of Nora turning 9 months, I want to pull up my big girl socks and finally write her birth story. As she gets older and new moments fill my brain, I don’t want to forget a single detail about that day (even though I probably already have.) I know it’s going to be hard to write, and it’s going to be hella long, but I feel like it’s important for me as a parent to put all my emotions down and write it as raw as it can be. I’m hoping it will help me to mentally prepare for this second birth as well.
Speaking of second birth, we found out this week that Baby B is indeed a little boy! I’m still in disbelief as there’s not many boys in my family and I don’t see myself raising any boys, but he is super healthy and that’s all that matters. I know we are lucky to have been blessed with one of each gender, and it will keep things interesting thats for sure! We’ve finally been able to feel a few kicks on the outside, but he’s been hanging out really low in my pelvic area so it’s harder to feel. I also really want peanut butter, like all the time, on everything.
Please spam me with any tips/tricks on raising a boy (yes I know to point it down!) and if you’ve written a birth story I would love to read it!