Rachel, Day by Day
Wow, I’ve been really bad about posting in my blog. It’s been way over a year. For those who used to read my blog religiously (not many), I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.
I thought it might be a good idea to set a goal for my writing. I’m going to try updating my blog at least twice a month. That might be difficult considering the amount of time that has passed, but that is my goal. I hope I can do it!
The topic I decided to touch on this week is parenthood. Who wants an update? Well, if you don’t, you’re getting one anyway!
My son, Baby N, is 19 months old. Time has flown by as I’ve watched him grow! I’ve been completely lucky having him as a son for so many reasons. He started sleeping through the night at three months old (a lot of people were jealous about this). He laughs and smiles most of the time. He loves reading books. He likes cuddling. He loves playing outdoors. He’s (mostly) good in social situations. He’s kind of picky with food, but eats what we give him about 80% of the time. And he loves his mommy and daddy.
It hasn’t been an easy journey so far, though. We struggled occasionally getting him to drink a bottle. Sometimes he just wasn’t that interested. He went through phases where he didn’t want to nap (sometimes he still doesn’t). We had a very hard time transitioning him to a sippy cup. For some reason that REALLY stressed me out, and looking back I feel stupid. The transition from pureed food to solid food was a struggle. He was a little behind on crawling and walking. Sometimes he throws tantrums. But every kid does.
Now, as a 19 month old, he’s trying to say so many words. He’s walking. He’s drinking out of a straw cup. He’s interested in so much and wants to play. He smiles and giggles. He eats regular food. He’s my (most of the time) happy little boy. And I love him with all my heart.
Along the way, I’ve learned about baby shaming. That hasn’t been fun. He had a horrible rash near his ear when he was really little, and so many people used to ask me, “What’s wrong with his face?” I always wanted to respond with, “Nothing, what’s wrong with your ugly face?” But I never did. I was nice about it. I was putting cream on the rash, everyone. I wasn’t telling him to scratch it! I’ve had people stare at me in restaurants and Walgreens while he was crying like I did something wrong. Fun.
People need to realize that I’m doing my best, and most parents are. Kids and babies will cry and throw tantrums. Baby N once cried because I wouldn’t let him chew on our coffee table. I’d say most parents would tell their kids not to do that. I doubt my parenting skills all the time, and I feel like I’m just winging it as I go along. But Baby N seems to be doing just fine so far. And that makes me very happy. I definitely have a long journey ahead, though!
Those are my thoughts on parenthood so far. Thanks for reading!