I had so many plans for this weeks blog post. I wanted to either finish Nora’s birth story and finally get it posted, I wanted to write a “Letter to my Daughter on her First Birthday,” or something else special to symbolize the day. But of course I had the busiest week like ever. A visitor every single day, a friend from out of town came to visit as well, and I just couldn’t wrap my head around the million things I had to do.
I wanted Nora’s first birthday party this weekend to be perfect, which I still don’t feel prepared for, and I’m also trying to plan a surprise 50th party for my MIL. My best friends 25th birthday is coming up too and I just…whaaat.
Usually I’m pretty good at making lists and prioritizing but I had so many lists to make I had to make a list of lists to make. I’m also still limited on what I can do since Baby B is still putting sooo much pressure down there…
Oh, yes, there’s Baby B too. Who can come any day now and I am no where near prepared for him either. My brain wants to do all this stuff but my body just won’t cooperate. Nora hasn’t been sleeping the greatest so she’s gotten herself on some weird day schedule that just makes the day pass SO DAMN FAST. But I will get there. Eventually.
The closer Nora comes to her first birthday, the more toddler she becomes. I’m watching my little baby turn into a child with real emotions and thoughts. She all of a sudden refuses to eat, sleep or listen. Her temper tantrums have now turned into full on kicking and screaming. On the opposite of that, she has started to show so much love. She gives hugs and cuddles! She absolutely adores her Daddy, he is the only thing she sees the second he gets home and my heart just explodes.
As my due date with Baby B quickly approaches, I already feel myself giving into so much with Nora because I know her world is going to be thrown upside down and I already feel so bad. We don’t let her cry when she doesn’t want to go to sleep anymore. I just pick her up and bring her to bed with me. As much as I know it’s a bad habit and going to be a hard one to break, I just simply don’t have the energy to fight with her at the moment. That and I can’t even explain how much I love the cuddles. I want to soak up and remember each and every night she falls asleep in my arms. I discovered she loves to have her palms rubbed. She sticks out her chubby, big hands for me to rub with my thumb and I just can’t. How can I pass up on an opportunity like that?!
Being a parent is so much more than I ever imagined. I’m so overwhelmed now, how will I survive raising two kids?! I’ve heard having two babies is easier than being pregnant with one so let’s hope that’s true…
I promise next weeks blog post will be dedicated to my one year old in a special manner and not just me complaining. I can’t wait to write it.
Did you do anything special for your child’s first birthday?