There is something that happens to a mom between the oldest and youngest baby.
With Isabella, my oldest, I was so excited for each milestone.
Sleeping through the night… I didn’t enjoy my all-nighters very well. I actually despised them for the first few weeks. Hormones totally wreaked havoc on me.
Eating… we started right at four months. I gave her a sippee about that time as well. I was so anxious for the next goal to be met- wishing my time away.
Walking… I was so excited to see her toddling around like a big girl. I loved her being able to move about.
Nursing… Once she was a year I felt like I had earned my gold star and was ready to call it quits.
With Liam I slowed things down a bit. I didn’t start food until five months and didn’t think too much about him rushing into the next phase of baby-hood. I nursed him until he was fifteen months (got the flu and I dried up) and loved every minute of it. It was the most wonderful bonding time and we were very attached to one another.
In walks baby #3… baby Guinnyth.
I am taking my sweet time with this one.
Sleeping through the night… she is such a great baby, but she definitely likes to wake up and get snacks in the night. I just recently (7 months) got strict with her and am letting her fuss a little bit. But, last night, she woke up before I went to bed and I went ahead and nursed her even though I knew she didn’t really need it. I relished every late-night moment I had with her as a newborn. I actually had a difficult time making myself put her back into bed when I nursed her to sleep in the middle of the night.
Eating… I just started her on food around 7 months. I tried during her 6th month, but she didn’t really care for it. Now, she is chowing down on her homemade purees. I have enjoyed making my baby food for each of my three kids. It is so easy and cost effective.
Nursing… she still nurses at least 5-6 times/day and sometimes more if I respond to her pleas in the middle of the night. I fully intend on nursing as long as she wants to. I had planned on doing that with Liam, but sickness changed those plans. G won’t take a bottle, so we are pretty much inseparable.
I think as you get older and have more kids, you learn to be content with a slower pace. I love that Guinnyth seems so young right now. She still seems like a young baby to me. Ella at 7 months seemed so old and advanced- because I pushed her to be that way.
Do you feel like this with your kids?