From the moment our sweet little babies are conceived our world is lived from one milestone to the next. It will all be easier once I make it to the second trimester; I can't wait until the third trimester, it will all nearly be over; oh, the first three weeks with a newborn are the hardest. And on it goes.
I have found myself guilty of offering up that same advice to a new mum recently - hang in there, everything gets better once your baby hits three months and they start feeding more efficiently. As true as this sentiment is, do things actually get easier or do the problems just change? Yes, Baby Boy no longer takes an hour to feed and he no longer wants to feed every three hours day and night, but now that he is crawling I never have a minute to myself and I am constantly on the look out for my little escape artist.
On the one hand, things have gotten easier since Baby Boy has started moving and can get the things he wants for himself; however, looking back at videos of him squealing with joy jumping happily away in his jolly jumper for half an hour while I washed the dishes or folded the clothes, that seems like a much easier option.
Parenting is hard and as a parent I don't think I will ever get to the "easy" part. But with every day and every smile I get from Baby Boy, my confidence grows, as do my parenting skills. So for now, rather than waiting for the current challenge to end and the next challenge to arrive I am just going to enjoy my Baby Boy and our adventures together because before I know it, he will be one, seven, twelve ... and no longer my baby boy any more.
xx. Mummy Arnold
I have found myself guilty of offering up that same advice to a new mum recently - hang in there, everything gets better once your baby hits three months and they start feeding more efficiently. As true as this sentiment is, do things actually get easier or do the problems just change? Yes, Baby Boy no longer takes an hour to feed and he no longer wants to feed every three hours day and night, but now that he is crawling I never have a minute to myself and I am constantly on the look out for my little escape artist.
On the one hand, things have gotten easier since Baby Boy has started moving and can get the things he wants for himself; however, looking back at videos of him squealing with joy jumping happily away in his jolly jumper for half an hour while I washed the dishes or folded the clothes, that seems like a much easier option.
Parenting is hard and as a parent I don't think I will ever get to the "easy" part. But with every day and every smile I get from Baby Boy, my confidence grows, as do my parenting skills. So for now, rather than waiting for the current challenge to end and the next challenge to arrive I am just going to enjoy my Baby Boy and our adventures together because before I know it, he will be one, seven, twelve ... and no longer my baby boy any more.
xx. Mummy Arnold
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