Yesterday, I cleaned all the bottles out of the cabinet and was overcome with emotion. I can't believe that it's been over a year since Jackson was born. Lately, I've found myself being more and more nostalgic. I think it's because I've felt like I have a newborn again. Between Jackson waking up in the middle of the night and the neediness during the day, I've found myself sleep deprived and on edge like I was the first few weeks of his life. Things are calming down now (Phew! It was just a stage.) and I've been able to break through the sleep fog to actually reminisce about all of the events of the past year.
I think about how much Jackson's grown and all the milestones he's already crossed - sitting up, crawling, walking, eating solid foods, and no longer taking a bottle. I look forward to watching Jackson cross many more milestones and doing typical little boy things - running around in the backyard, soccer games, playing fetch with the dogs, going to Disney World, etc. But, I find myself wanting things to slow down. I miss his nap times on my chest and cuddle time while he took his bottle. I miss the sound of those first coos and giggles. I miss my little baby boy.
Uh oh...is that the itch to have another one?
I hope it's just eczema.