Friday, November 22, 2013

Growing Up

I find myself questioning why it is that we are always so eager to see our babies grow up. To do the next thing, to learn the next skill, to gain the next pound. It seems like there is always a milestone waiting in the distance to be achieved, and when it is, there is another. 

As I have wrestled these past few days with trying to get my baby to sleep without me holding him - and desperately trying to break the swaddle - I began to think and wonder why I'm working so hard to push him to that next stage. 

As each day passes he gets heavier and heavier. Holding him all swaddled up and straight is a strain on my back, and he just seems to scream and scream until he finally falls asleep, only to be jarred awake when I put him down. I try so hard to get him to nap so I can get something done - work on event planning, proof read a contract, design a poster, update a website. Running a business and a foundation and being a full time mom is more jobs than one person really can do in 24 hours a day. 

But as I sit here, thinking about night wakings and schedules, errands and meetings, I start to think about how I said I would just put him in the carrier and go about my business. And I think about those days that I did just that and how much happier he had been, and how much better he had slept, and how he barely even fussed. Why am I fighting something that so obviously he needs - just to be with me. 

He just needs me. 

We are so focused on the next - we need to be focused on the now. 

It all brings me back to Saoirse. Now, she was a champion sleeper - through the night at 10 weeks, 12-13 hours a night at 4 months. She took naps when she was supposed to, she slept without being swaddled, she fell asleep on her own. But then there was the hospital - and then coming home from the hospital, and crying in her crib and me not wanting to rush to her side because I wanted her to learn to fall asleep on her own again. And now, all I think of now is how I would give anything to have her crying for me to come snuggle her to sleep, to tell her that everything is ok, and to stroke her head and sing to her. 

And I have the chance to be that for Lochlan. To just hold him, and snuggle him, and stroke his head and sing to him. It's hard to remember that there is no going back to that - there is no rewind when he is 15 and never wants me in his room. That this time when he needs me for everything is so fleeting and so precious, and should be cherished and enjoyed. 

Tomorrow he will be with me. Tomorrow I will just think about the moments, and not about the tomorrows. 


2 comments:

  1. beautiful words, pure truth... not to think about tomorrows, but instead enjoy our children right now, right here, with us!
    Lochlan is a gorgeous baby, looks so much like his big sister!
    thanks so much for your sharing, you always touch my heart with so much love...

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  2. honestly, i felt the same way -and still do- and a great deal of that has to do with the fact that i began reading your story, Saoirse's story, as you all were going through it. it really brought things into perspective and helped me realize i have no guarantees on what tomorrow will ever bring. my girl is now a little over 3.5 (our girls were close in age) and she still likes to have a bit of a snuggle while she relaxes and drifts off. i have zero qualms about it. it's our special time. you're right, there is absolutely no reason to rush along b/c they do that soon enough all on their own. sometimes i do have other things to do, it's true, but in exchange for maybe 20min she and i have some special time and she sleeps through the night. that's a bargain.
    Lochlan is wonderful and lovely and i'm so very happy for you both. thank you for sharing.

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