It’s official. The cheese has fallen off my dear forever mom’s cracker. Truth be told, it’s been coming on for a while. Eight months ago yesterday, she was ending her torturous journey of pregnancy with the pinnacle of labor and delivery. Eight months ago, she and dad brought home dear baby Carter. Eight months ago he was a little 20.5 inches 7 pound ounces of a bundle otherwise known as joy. Eight months ago he cried all night every night for weeks. And eight months ago it started.
Mom wants another little person. She wants another teeny tiny snuggle bug. Eight months later, Carter isn’t so snuggly any more. It’s gotten worse since he’s been crawling all over the place and pulling himself up on anything vertical. Snuggles are a thing of the past for him, at least for now. I’m sure that’s not the only reason mom wants another little person (I think she has said something about the sibling relationship), but it seems too small a reason for me. Because dad and I think she’s absolutely nuts.
Sure, we’ve had it pretty easy with Carter. He slept through the night early, picked up a daily routine quickly and is generally in a fairly happy mood. Teething hasn’t been easy on the poor little guy, but he seems to be moving along with that as well as to be expected. But another one?
I think mom must be forgetting her battle bra royale (which continues on a daily basis), and the breakdowns about clothing and the back pain and the rib pain and all the pain she experienced throughout pregnancy. If she’s not forgetting that, she certainly must be forgetting the 16 hours she spent in labor to deliver dear baby Carter into the world. Or the painful recovery afterward, made more complicated by the incessant lack of sleep.
Or maybe not. Today I realized maybe she does remember it. All of it. Maybe that’s why she wants to do it again. For her, it was all a labor of love. For her, it is a labor of love. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still with dad on this one. I think one little person is plenty around here. But I think I can at least acknowledge where she’s coming from. She’s thinking with her heart instead of her mind. She’s remembering the more effort you put into something the more you usually get out of it. The more it means to you.
I don’t know what the future holds in this regard. I probably won’t for a while. But I do know this is yet another reason to feel blessed that I have landed in the forever home I have. There is certainly no shortage of love around here. Even if it is a little crazy sometimes.
Oh dear…your forever Mom has gone all clucky has she? Well, I guess it’s only to be expected (no pun intended). Once they have one one little chick who keeps running out from under their wing so to speak, they want to ‘hatch’ another one. Having siblings close together is good in some ways, but if your Mom and Dad did decide to have another little person now, Carter would only be eighteen months old when the new little person arrived and he would have to share Mommy and Daddy with a…let’s face it, with a poopy, screaming miniature of himself 😀 But from what you’ve told us about your Mom, she’d go all ga-ga.
It’s true though Wiles, we mothers very quickly forget about all the discomfort of pregnancy, the morning sickness, the swollen ankles, the tiny feet sticking into our ribs, the clothes that no longer fit, the pain of labour and all we see is this tiny little miracle we’re holding in our arms.
Lyn….I simply must say that mom and I very much enjoyed the chance to read your words here. You’re absolutely right about things being too soon, and I do think my dear mom realizes this as well. At least from what I can tell, it’s all conceptual at this point. The problem is with funds as short as they are, dad is going through a phase where he wants to try to sell a bunch of dear baby Carter’s things and mom is anxious about holding on to them “just in case” they have another little person. It’s a whole debacle I keep witnessing that makes me scratch my little doggie head. I don’t know what the right thing is in this case, so I sit by and offer snuggles as I am able. It’s all I can do. 😉
Lots of love,
you go for it Mum. Every child needs a sibling
🙂 This is what I keep hearing. But don’t I count as a sibling? 🙂
It is funny, my midwife said after the first baby, every mum says in hospital… that is it….and then they all come back with a second one. Because we forget the pain, the heart aches and remember the wonderful moments. SO yes us women do understand that.I do understand her… for men and you it might seem a bit strange! Let nature take its way! Bless your mum!
Why is this friend? Maybe you can clear it up for me? It’s so confusing to me, after watching her struggle like she did and I don’t even know what happened at that place called the hospital! 😉 Bless you for your kind words!
I tell you why…. mothers forget the pain and aches we go through to have a baby and do remember the miracle of having the baby in our arms and the rewards they give us with their first smiles, words, crawls steps etc.
I think God programmed mums like that so we do come back for more…..
And a little tip….. with most mums the second baby is easier in every way… because we know a lot more and we are easier going too!
So don’t worry Wiles, it is totally normal! ❤
Uh, oh. I sniff trouble for you, Wiley. Two’s a party, but three?? 🙂
Hehe. Hi friend. Nice to see you! Yes, three…..well….we shall see, shan’t we? 🙂
Lots of love,
I can understand your mom, it’s great to have two little persons :o) The be the only child isn’t always funny :o) What says Carter about your mommas plan?
Ha. Funny you should ask. I think dear baby Carter has his own plans involving himself being the one and only focal point for my mom from now until forever. That’s just my opinion though. 😉
Lots of love,