CELEBRATING SIX MONTHS OF BROKEN SLEEP AND DIRTY NAPPIES – By Jayne McIntyre
So it’s not exactly the Big One just yet, but six months was still cause for celebration in our household.
It seems that every month, even week, presents a milestone to acknowledge in these early years of a child’s life.
This is because almost every day brings something new, whether it’s a developmental achievement like sitting up, subtle change in hair or eye colour, or simply a new facial expression.
To commemorate this particular age occasion, I decided to bake a buzzy bee cake for AJ.
But to be honest, it was really more for my enjoyment and a practice run for his first birthday rather than something he could participate in. The poor kid isn’t even allowed to eat sweets yet.
However, we did manage a few cake-smashing happy snaps to add to our ever-growing photo collection.
Speaking of baby albums, and reflecting on AJ’s infant days, I’ve made a few notable observations in his seventh month of existence:
- I’ve finally discovered the light at the end of the tunnel. Gone is the constant cradling; AJ can now sit independently and happily amuse himself
- Hang on, that so-called light was a false alarm. I was the proverbial deer in the headlights as the end of daylight savings and start of teething delivered a double curveball. It’s best to expect the unexpected, and then you’ll never be left disillusioned
- Walkers are great for mobility and to burn off extra energy. Just beware of ankle collisions and ever-tempting, hanging cords – baby-proofing has officially begun
- When mum hides behind the couch she may or may not have gone forever. Cue worried facial expression before cry of glee as she jumps up again. (Note to self: prepare for the beginnings of separation anxiety in the coming weeks).
And on a lighter note:
- Remote control = food, mum’s mobile phone = food
- Food = something to be rubbed into face, hair and the couch.
However, the most pertinent, and somewhat surprising, observation for me is that I have gained a new best friend.
AJ could be forgiven for thinking that his name is in fact Little Buddy, as that’s quite often how I describe him.
I knew that by having a baby I would automatically take on the parent role, but what I didn’t expect was the welcome arrival of a companion.
Sure, it’s my job to prioritise his needs and provide a warm and loving environment, but he’s developed into a great listener, smiles from ear to ear whenever I walk into the room, and is always there by my side.
So it’s a mutually beneficial relationship.
I may have only known him for a mere six months (15 if you include the not-so-subtle hints of morning sickness and rib kicks) but we have developed a special and inseparable bond.
Unlike friends, which you choose, and family, who you grow up with, AJ was thrust into our lives needing 24/7 attention and affection.
I originally planned my day with military precision; feeding in three to four hourly increments and ducking out to the shops in between mandatory naps.
But now that I’ve fallen into a comfortable rhythm with motherhood (and this could just be this morning’s coffee speaking) I can now smile at surprise spews as we are leaving the house, and the floor, now littered with toys.
There is this wonderful new person in my life, and he not only relies on me 100 percent, but gives just as much back. The latter, I did not expect.
So here’s to the first six months, and many more to come!